Chapter 43
Her Attitudes Meant Nothing To Me
The confrontation with my mother left a strange quiet in its wake. The air in the house shifted lighter somehow, but also trembling with a new tension. It felt like the dust had been swept off an old wound, revealing skin that could finally breathe.
The victory from my profesional exam, and the bitter triumph over Lilith's schemes, didn't fill me with pride. Instead, they settled into a steady resolve. I was no longer fighting for space.
I was building one.
A reclamation.
Brick by brick. Even if the bricks were made of herbs and stubbornness.
I thought of the countryside. The sharp scent of dried leaves, the warm hands of village elders pressing knowledge into my palms like precious seeds. A knowledge my city born family dismissed as rustic nonsense.
But I knew better. I'd seen fevers fall, infections ease, pain loosen its grip. I trusted what worked since I brewed the herbs myself, not what sounded impressive.
