Lola knew she was miserable, but until last night, she had never truly realized how miserable she was. After all, she had always cherished the good days so much that she refused to dwell on the hardships she'd endured.
But as she stared out at the residence glowing so brightly it almost blinded her, she realized something else: she was happy too. That all of this — everything that had unraveled — had happened when she was at the height of her happiness and contentment.
She was happy, regardless.
And she wouldn't be sorry about it. At the end of the day, Lola never hurt anyone deliberately or without reason. She retaliated when she had to, but never initiated conflict just to feel good.
"Daddy, it's okay."
Chacha rose from her seat, reaching out her short little arms to pat her father's hair. "There, there."
