This pumpkin soup will keep me warm when I walk over the bridge, oooaaah. An existence like mine will never be sufficient for a few people. His hand secured mine on the tablecloth, and I turned upward into those green eyes of his. "I think you misjudge me. I implied that you can be anything you need to be, and the way that you relinquished like that for family is… honorable. Your Grandmother was an extremely fortunate lady to make them take care of her. I don't figure anybody in my family could ever be that sacrificial." I sat in shocked quiet, feeling the consoling weight of his hand on mine, acknowledging I'd misconstrued him, even after the benevolence he'd indicated me today around evening time. "Much obliged to you." Shreds had sprung behind my eyes, and it required all my push to push them withdraw. The exact opposite thing I required was for this intense man to see me cry over pastry. I was simply worn out, was all. Tired of forfe...