#CHAPTER 147: Goodbye Again

MILA I woke up the next morning feeling utterly refreshed. The sea breeze drifted in from the open window, bringing the slight smell of salt and a patch of warm sunshine with it. From outside my window, seagulls cawed, and I heard the distant bells of fishing boats bringing in their early-morning hauls. My mother had prepared an elaborate, home-cooked meal the night before, and it made me realize that some amount of my cooking skills had to be genetic and come from her. We had talked and laughed until late into the night, when my heart felt so full it could burst. Then I slept better than I had in a long time, possibly ever. Their guest room was small but comfortable, and I wondered if they ever dreamed about it being used by me. My parents were wonderful people–truly kind and thoughtful individuals who had been put into a tough spot when it came to giving me up. But I could see clearly how much they loved each other, and how hard they had worked to now ha