Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 165

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Sienna’s POV

I left the supermarket with two shopping bags and admired the evening sky, which was muted golden orange in color. I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was almost three o’clock. Then it hit me. Noah.

He started attending the new school today.

Liam was supposed to pick him up, but the urge to put his face first made it difficult for him. I glanced at the shoulder of the road, then raised my hand to signal a taxi that was approaching.

The taxi sped through rows of shops and then traveled slowly through the city park. I crouched against the seat, observing the world outside the window. My heart sped away, an odd amalgamation of excitement and enthusiasm. My thoughts have shifted towards small moments that brought back my sense of vitality, rather than dwelling on work or the past. Taking my son home, writing and cooking.

The ride was about twenty minutes long. The taxi rolled beneath the trees that lined the sidewalk in cool afternoon weather. The window provided a glimpse of synchronized movement, with people carrying briefcases, children cycling home, and the aroma of freshly baked bread from tucked in jars. It was like walking through thailand. And I could smell it all day.

I saw myself in the glass. The mood had shifted, with only a more composed expression. Earlier rides such as these were filled with mind–numbing pursuits deadlines, unfinished business, endless to–do lists. I had not felt this way for a long time, and my only desire was to be. Why?

Noah’s new uniform made him feel more excited than nervous, which I couldn’t help but notice. The memory of his small hand holding mine as we walked to the car filled me with wonder and I could see his eyes shining with curiosity and hope. I never found any reason to worry about him.

The taxi halted briefly at a red light. On the right, I saw a group of children walking together in Noah’s uniform, laughing and having fun. A blue balloon tied to one of them’s backpack made me smile without me realizing.

Holding my head up, I reminisced about the days when I was always in a rush and missing out on small moments to accomplish something that now feels like slipping away. My inclination was that losing direction would spell the end of everything. However, it appears that getting lost can be the initiation.

My eyes met the sky, which was getting more and further afield. Long shadows were cast across the road as sunlight reflected off of building windows. Why? My experience made me feel like I was starting a new journey in life, but not at wit’s end nor at perfection. Instead, it felt real and quiet as the peace slowly began to grow.

The driver glanced at me from behind the visor. “We’re going to school, right?” can be heard.

I muttered and nodded. “Ah, absolutely.” It was just me. Thank you.”

He sped up the car, leaving me to relish the last few minutes of the journey. My heart beat as fast as it did that morning when I took Noah to the hospital. The warmth that I felt was a combination of longing and admiration.

I was aware that this could be a momentous occasion for others. It wasn’t just me. I was not solely responsible for picking up Noah today, as it was more than just a mother’s responsibility. It served as a minor time- mittlement, expressing my presence in the moment.

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As soon as the taxi parked on top of the school road, children ran through the back garden. Some parents stood near the gate, waiting for their children to leave. Upon paying the fare, I emerged with my shopping bags in my right hand. The.

The school gate was white, and a large nameboard above it.

The children, dressed in light blue attire and leaving their classrooms, were seen lining up across the courtyard by me. The atmosphere was lively, with laughter and chatter. While surrounded by other parents, I looked towards the first–grade door.

I placed my shopping bags by my feet to avoid blocking my view. The scent of freshly mown grass and a faint dusting of field dust washed away by afternoon. The school children were engulfed by sunlight as the sun slowly disappeared behind them, creating a golden glow.

They strode into their parents‘ arms, laughing, calling out names and swinging their bags with excitement. All of them were in love. Something tender and soothing was felt in my chest, causing it to feel so relaxed. It was deeply moving.

And I looked around me to find that one little guy I knew so. Among the light–blue uniforms, colorful backpacks and little caps that bounced up and down, my eyes looked for the face I missed the most. I was suddenly surrounded by the gentle sound of my heart beating.

While waiting, I came across a small notice board near the gate. Children were photographed today enjoying their outdoor activities, gardening and play, and drawing together. The teacher’s handwriting below them read ” A first–day full of smiles!” and it made me smile without hesitation. Imagine if Noah had initially been shy, I could picture him laughing with his new friends. He was so funny.

From the loudspeaker, a gentle woman spoke informing the first graders to exit slowly and not push each other out. The children in my vicinity began to move forward, holding onto their hands. I approached the gate a little more closely, hoping to get.

Some teachers stood to help the children find their parents on the right side of the field. My eyes caught the little girl running into her mother’s arms, greeted by laughter and a gentle kiss on her forehead, which made her feel warm. In a sense, that humble moment was simply breathtakingly beautiful.

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