
29/01/2025
Ella sat on the couch, staring at the mess of bottles, burp cloths, dishes, and laundry. The room felt small, suffocating. Theo lay in his bassinet, his soft breaths the only thing breaking the silence.
She should be happy. That's what everyone told her. But all she felt was... nothing. Life seemed to be in black and white.
A knock at the door startled her. She thought about ignoring it, pretending she was asleep, but then heard Leah's voice through the door. "Ella? Are you home?"
With a sigh, Ella pulled the door open. "I thought I'd stop by, I brought snacks!" They sat down on the couch, Leah setting down the coffees. "How are you?"
Ella gripped her cup a little tighter. "I'm fine."
Silence.
Leah just watched her, and Ella knew she saw it- the way her shoulders slumped, the spew on her clothes, the faded smile, the exhaustion, the emptiness, the heavy ache of pretending everything was fine when it wasn't.
Leah picked up a broken blue crayon out of her bag. "Ethan broke these yesterday. I almost threw them away. " She paused and then looked up. "But broken crayons still colour."
Her throat tightened. Looking down at the crayon- worn, snapped, imperfect. "I don't feel fine." The words barely a whisper.
Leah nodded in understanding. She reached for Ella's hand, squeezing it gently. "Even in pieces, you are still enough."