That scene at the end; when she returns, and her children receive her not with resentment but understanding, was really tender. The truest emotional resolutions happen in gestures, not declarations.
I also found myself drawn to the way you portrayed the internal conflict: the need to breathe versus the guilt for needing it. That’s such a real and rarely spoken tension, especially for women who carry the emotional logistics of a family. Thank you for writing into that space.
You write with soul and restraint. that’s a powerful combination.