Jill, Maya, and Sofia sat on the same worn wooden bench beneath the old magnolia tree. They had been coming to this garden for years, though none could remember who had found it first.
Above them, a single white petal spiraled down and landed on Sofia’s stone. Jill caught another mid-air. Maya watched both fall and thought: This is enough. jill maya sofia
smiled last. She was the youngest in feeling if not in years—the one who still believed in small miracles. She held a smooth stone in her palm, warm from the afternoon sun. “Maybe we stay because this garden remembers us. Jill, you brought your ambition here and left its weight at the gate. Maya, you brought your questions and found they didn’t need answers. And I brought my fear of being forgotten—and the magnolia bloomed anyway.” Jill, Maya, and Sofia sat on the same