pov you’re scrolling through bianca’s insta story ft. @banisheddie !!

 there's  something  terrifying  about  not  knowing  whether  you'll  see  your little  yellow  front  door  again .  the  door  you  longed  for  after  happening  to  drive  past  it  when  getting  lost  down  a  coastal  path  one  day  in  autumn .   bianca  had  prayed  to  see  that  door  again  day  in ,  day  out  for  the  past  week ,  staring  at  the  fluorescent  lights  above  her .  and  finally ,  she'd  got  her   wish -  she's  exhausted  and  in  pain  and  ghostly ,  but  she's  home .  and  she's  holding  onto  two  new  tiny  humans  with  tears  streaming  down  her  cheeks .  

"  this  is  our  front  door , "  she  manages  with  a  breathy ,  cracked  voice .   "  it's  the  prettiest  yellow  ever . "  legs  ache  to  get  out  of  her  wheelchair,  but  she  can't  bring  herself  to  move .  "  there's  a  river  at  the  bottom  of  the  garden ,  too ,  behind  the  trees . "  she  exhales .  "  i  can't  wait  to  show  you . "          @banisheddie

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