“Yes, sweetheart.”
She smiled.
“Then can I work here too when I grow up?”
For the first time in so many years, I laughed wholeheartedly.
“Of course you can, if that’s what you want.”
Three months later, I officially resigned from the hotel.
When I took off my cleaner’s uniform for the last time, I stood staring at it.
That uniform reminded me of thirty years of exhaustion.
But it also reminded me of my strength.
Today, I finally own my own bookstore.
Every morning, I unlock the door myself, arrange the books, and read fairy tales to children.
Robert sometimes comes to help me.
But now, we make every decision together.
One evening, he approached me and asked:
“Margaret, do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?”
I thought for a long moment.
Then I answered:
“I can appreciate what you’ve done in the end. But you need to understand that love doesn’t give you the right to control someone else’s life.”