I Waited for the kettle like it knew me

Dear Delyara, The water boiled and I watched it with more attention than the situation deserved, because the truth is I wanted something in the house to complete its task without needing anything emotional from me in return. The kettle did exactly that. There is something heartbreaking about how moving small reliabilities become when a woman’s life feels too emotionally crowded. A kettle. A lamp. A clean sheet. A closed door. A cup that stays warm in your hands. Tonight, the kettle felt loyal. That nearly broke me.