#Lectin-free #Breakfast | Thurs. 7 Mar.
I couldn’t accompany my mum to her appointment, so I sat alone at the breakfast table. The crisp morning air, laced with a sharp chill, had left its mark—a whisper of nerve pain in every movement, especially in my face. Even the simplest tasks stretched endlessly, yet time slipped away too fast. In the silent room, breakfast faded into a fleeting moment—delicate, yet distant.