I Never Imagined a Car Accident Would Change My Life for the Better—Today’s Story
A photograph was the beginning of it all. That one photo from years past brought me back to memories I had been trying to forget for so long. I found myself in the laundry room of Ms. Jamison’s pristine home, casually flipping through an old album I had tucked into my bag earlier that morning. My hands trembled as I gently flipped through the pages. I know I shouldn’t have been checking it while I was supposed to be working, but honestly, my mind has been all over the place lately.
In one photo, we were at the beach—Toby was around seven, his cheeks sunburned, beaming as he proudly held up a shell he’d discovered in the sand. I stood off to the side, sporting a large floppy hat, grinning so broadly that my molars were almost visible. And there, right beside me, was Ronald—my ex-husband—who, at that moment, had his arm draped around my shoulders as if we were an inseparable pair. We all seemed… genuinely happy. As if everything in the world was perfectly in place.
I swallowed hard, fighting to keep the tears at bay. The old pictures stirred up a blend of nostalgia and heartache. The difference between the woman in that photo—radiant and full of joy—and the woman I had turned into after the divorce was striking. The sunshine had vanished, and so had the carefree laughter. I hardly recognized who I was anymore.
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