Tonight was an interesting one. One full of laughs and tears.
I shared my "story" with SW over bowls of Pho (Vietnamese noodles). I shared a lot. More than I thought I would. But it was good to get it out, even if it meant inviting someone into the mess that is my life at times.
We unhinged the closet door and let the skeletons out. I placed each one neatly across the table for her to see. And, where I expected judgement and "advice", I found acceptance, empathy and love.
And, there in the middle of that tiny restaurant on a hot summer night, slurping noodles and broth, watching as the rain swept through the city streets, we cried. It was a moment, a moment between two strangers-then-acquaintances-now-sisters.
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