One evening, they sat together at the kitchen table, peeling freshly boiled eggs in comfortable silence. The moment was ordinary, but it carried a warmth Clara hadn’t expected. She smiled, feeling something settle gently into place.
She wasn’t anxious anymore—not about the eggs, not about doing things “wrong,” not about living inside traditions she hadn’t grown up with. She understood now: Ruth’s habits weren’t instructions to follow. They were acts of care, passed quietly from one day to the next.
Ruth placed another egg in her hand and nodded.
“Life’s easier,” she replied, “when you take care of tomorrow a little at a time.”
And in that simple exchange, Clara realized she hadn’t just learned a kitchen habit—she’d been welcomed into a way of living, shaped by patience, foresight, and love.
