We sit on my terrace, drink wine, and watch the sunset while talking about the things we struggled to learn. Last week, one of them asked me if I regretted being so harsh with my daughter-in-law.
I looked at the Atlantic and gave her the only truth I had left. “No, because unlimited kindness is not kindness; it is permission,” I said.
That night, sitting alone on my terrace in my house facing my sea, I felt a sense of pride. Sometimes the bravest way to defend your life is to simply refuse to leave it.
THE END.
