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"dont tell me about your problems if you're not trying to solve them." jealous 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴
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Now that Lana and Oliver had become seasoned residents of the prison after around a month, Rick had entrusted them with additional responsibilities—chores that were crucial for the community's functioning. It all began with Lana assisting Carol in the laundry room, where the sound of scrubbing and the faint scent of detergent became the backdrop to her daily routine. Her hands, calloused and raw, bore witness to the continuous labour she willingly undertook in the name of contributing to the shared responsibilities of their makeshift home.
As Lana tirelessly worked alongside Carol, she couldn't help but marvel at the older woman's capacity to manage a myriad of tasks. Laundry was just a fraction of Carol's responsibilities; she seamlessly transitioned from washing clothes to preparing meals, serving the community, and even leading storytime for the children. Lana found herself in awe of Carol's ability to balance the various roles she undertook, and she pondered whether this inherent multitasking prowess was a byproduct of being a mother herself.
The revelation that Carol had once been a mother didn't surprise Lana in the slightest. The gentle warmth of Carol's heart, paired with the unwavering sternness in her tone when the situation demanded, mirrored the quintessential qualities of a nurturing mother. Following Carol's commands felt like second nature to Lana. The older woman's guidance became a compass, guiding Lana through the intricacies of survival within the prison's walls.
