Rose kept the jar.<\/p>\n
She also kept the corrected label.<\/p>\n
ROSE.<\/p>\n
Not Hope.<\/p>\n
Not Resident 12.<\/p>\n
Not incompetent.<\/p>\n
Not ward.<\/p>\n
Not victim.<\/p>\n
Rose.<\/p>\n
She placed it on her kitchen shelf and warned Harold not to become sentimental.<\/p>\n
He became sentimental immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were held by my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have been held by many women.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounded inappropriate,\u201d Michael said.<\/p>\n
Rose glared.<\/p>\n
We were gathered for Sunday lunch again.<\/p>\n
My house this time.<\/p>\n
Too many chairs.<\/p>\n
Too much food.<\/p>\n
Exactly enough noise.<\/p>\n
Lucy had driven down from Tallahassee with Daniel.<\/p>\n
She used a cane but hated help unless stairs were involved.<\/p>\n
Michael tried once.<\/p>\n
She threatened him with the cane.<\/p>\n
Balance restored.<\/p>\n
Grace sat near the window.<\/p>\n
Ninety approaching.<\/p>\n
Still sharper than most of us.<\/p>\n
Hannah brought no journals.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
Thomas brought a photo album of Elaine.<\/p>\n
Also good, because photographs now felt different when offered rather than discovered.<\/p>\n
Paula and Dale arrived last.<\/p>\n
Dale carried a casserole.<\/p>\n
I checked whether he made it.<\/p>\n
He had.<\/p>\n
I prepared for disappointment.<\/p>\n
It was excellent.<\/p>\n
That irritated me.<\/p>\n
Lunch unfolded without revelation.<\/p>\n
At least for the first hour.<\/p>\n
Then Grace asked Rose whether she remembered anything from infancy.<\/p>\n
Rose stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome people claim they do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome people lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Excellent.<\/p>\n
Harold laughed.<\/p>\n
Grace continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna used to hum.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA song.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich?\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace hummed.<\/p>\n
A simple melody.<\/p>\n
Hannah froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo that again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grace did.<\/p>\n
Hannah picked up her violin from the corner.<\/p>\n
She had brought it after all.<\/p>\n
She played the melody.<\/p>\n
Harold\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the tune.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat tune?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna\u2019s recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
The piano tape from his file.<\/p>\n
The one containing only music.<\/p>\n
Anna had been playing the same melody.<\/p>\n
Not a known piece.<\/p>\n
Her own.<\/p>\n
Grace nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold smiled.<\/p>\n
Grace corrected him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe hummed it to everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rose lifted a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
We laughed.<\/p>\n
Harold did too.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
For once, something from Anna did not belong exclusively to him.<\/p>\n
Her care had touched others.<\/p>\n
Rose.<\/p>\n
Grace.<\/p>\n
Perhaps children at the nursery.<\/p>\n
Maybe strangers.<\/p>\n
Love does not diminish when it is not unique.<\/p>\n
That was another thing Harcourt never understood.<\/p>\n
He treated lineage like ownership.<\/p>\n
Anna treated care like something that could expand.<\/p>\n
Hannah played the melody again.<\/p>\n
This time Rose closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I know it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody tried to prove she did.<\/p>\n
No memory test.<\/p>\n
No dramatic claim.<\/p>\n
Maybe was enough.<\/p>\n
After lunch, people scattered.<\/p>\n
Children outside.<\/p>\n
Adults in small conversations.<\/p>\n
Harold washed dishes with Dale.<\/p>\n
That image would have seemed impossible two years earlier.<\/p>\n
The man who once wanted me moved out stood shoulder to shoulder with the husband who once let me believe he was dead.<\/p>\n
Both had harmed me.<\/p>\n
Both had changed.<\/p>\n
Neither owned the right to be forgiven.<\/p>\n
Both were still here.<\/p>\n
I dried plates.<\/p>\n
Paula leaned against the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re staring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m supervising.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDangerous accusation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dad is back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dale improved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause everyone is here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
Then asked, \u201cDo you ever wish none of this happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich part?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew what she meant.<\/p>\n
The monitor.<\/p>\n
The recordings.<\/p>\n
Blue Oak.<\/p>\n
Harold.<\/p>\n
Everything after.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I say yes, I erase people I know now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrace.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLucy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHannah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paula looked toward Dale.<\/p>\n
\u201cMe differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo no?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I said.\u201d<\/p>\n
I would erase pain if I could.<\/p>\n
Henry dying.<\/p>\n
Anna losing Harold.<\/p>\n
Rose\u2019s confinement.<\/p>\n
Lydia losing Hannah.<\/p>\n
Paula\u2019s betrayal.<\/p>\n
My decades of grief.<\/p>\n
The damage did not become worthwhile because good things grew afterward.<\/p>\n
That idea is too easy.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish the harm had not happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paula nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I do not wish away the people we became surviving it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned against me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds right.\u201d<\/p>\n
In the living room, Michael and Lucy argued about Henry\u2019s jazz record.<\/p>\n
Grace shouted that both were wrong.<\/p>\n
Rose joined her despite having no knowledge whatsoever.<\/p>\n
Normal family behavior.<\/p>\n
Hannah slipped beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve decided what to do with Lydia\u2019s last journal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep it sealed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cForever?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote it during the last month before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know enough for now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou learned.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnfortunately.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hugged me.<\/p>\n
Then left to rescue her violin from a grandchild.<\/p>\n
Harold finished dishes and came over.<\/p>\n
He dried his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we talk later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suspicious phrase.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m thinking of giving it up.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Not a proposal.<\/p>\n
More dangerous in its own way.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI sleep there twice a week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly when you kick me out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNecessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
Then became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to assume.\u201d<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you\u2019re asking to move in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPermanently?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The old version of me might have answered emotionally.<\/p>\n
The new version asked practical questions.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere will your files go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone says that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda has everything legal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClothes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne closet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHalf.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne full.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree quarters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDeal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinancial arrangement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe split household expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot according to income?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have restitution obligations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I, indirectly.\u201d<\/p>\n
We discussed it.<\/p>\n
Actually discussed it.<\/p>\n
Numbers.<\/p>\n
Utilities.<\/p>\n
Groceries.<\/p>\n
Property.<\/p>\n
Legal status.<\/p>\n
No romance hiding the practical.<\/p>\n
Then I asked the real question.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think moving in means?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold considered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I live here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I am present.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that everything is forgiven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that we go back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that this becomes your house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that I become responsible for making your return worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want it to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
He waited.<\/p>\n
I liked that.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want it to mean we are trying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want that too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not ruin it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
Then hugged me.<\/p>\n
I let him.<\/p>\n
The room noticed.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Colleen shouted, \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rose yelled, \u201cThat means something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paula smiled too knowingly.<\/p>\n
I pointed at everyone.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo announcement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold, traitor, said, \u201cI\u2019m moving in.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room exploded.<\/p>\n
Colleen clapped.<\/p>\n
Rose demanded voting rights.<\/p>\n
Linda reminded everyone no vote existed.<\/p>\n
Perfect.<\/p>\n
Michael hugged Harold.<\/p>\n
Grace cried.<\/p>\n
Paula hugged me.<\/p>\n
Dale shook Harold\u2019s hand and then looked embarrassed by the formality.<\/p>\n
Hannah played a ridiculous fanfare on violin.<\/p>\n
I regretted all of them.<\/p>\n
A week later, Harold moved three boxes into my house.<\/p>\n
Three.<\/p>\n
After thirty years underground, the man owned almost nothing.<\/p>\n
Clothes.<\/p>\n
Books.<\/p>\n
Anna\u2019s photograph.<\/p>\n
Her letter.<\/p>\n
The green button.<\/p>\n
One fishing rod.<\/p>\n
One coffee mug.<\/p>\n
The jar of preserves labeled HAROLD\u2019S.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is coming?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is food.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is history.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt expires.\u201d<\/p>\n
He checked the seal.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill good.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rolled my eyes.<\/p>\n
We arranged the closet.<\/p>\n
He took three quarters.<\/p>\n
I pretended not to notice he used less than half.<\/p>\n
The first night after moving in, he stood in the bedroom doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout me staying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot just tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaggie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He came in.<\/p>\n
We slept.<\/p>\n
The next morning I woke before him.<\/p>\n
No panic.<\/p>\n
No surprise.<\/p>\n
Just irritation because his foot was on my side.<\/p>\n
I pushed it away.<\/p>\n
He woke.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoundary violation.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the mattress.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have sixty percent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
He moved.<\/p>\n
Excellent.<\/p>\n
Months passed.<\/p>\n
No new clues.<\/p>\n
At first I distrusted that.<\/p>\n
Then I learned to accept it.<\/p>\n
Harbor House stabilized.<\/p>\n
Rose remained on the board.<\/p>\n
Tasha became executive director after Denise retired.<\/p>\n
The real Miriam\u2014Claire\u2014visited once and gave a training about consent in emergency placements.<\/p>\n
She refused publicity.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
Samuel remained incarcerated and continued helping correct records.<\/p>\n
Hannah never visited him again either.<\/p>\n
Michael and Lucy developed the comfortable irritation of siblings.<\/p>\n
Thomas began calling me Aunt Maggie.<\/p>\n
I pretended to hate it.<\/p>\n
Grace knew I liked it.<\/p>\n
Paula and Dale paid the second installment.<\/p>\n
We used part of the money to replace my roof.<\/p>\n
Harold complained about contractors.<\/p>\n
I told him to leave them alone.<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
Mostly.<\/p>\n
On the anniversary of the day I bought the monitor, Hannah asked whether I wanted to mark it.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was a yard sale.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the day you confronted Dale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe museum arrests?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold\u2019s return?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him across the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
That became our anniversary.<\/p>\n
Not the wedding.<\/p>\n
Not the funeral.<\/p>\n
The day he stood in the courtyard and said, I\u2019m sorry, Maggie.<\/p>\n
Not romantic.<\/p>\n
True.<\/p>\n
We did not exchange gifts.<\/p>\n
We ate lunch.<\/p>\n
Soup.<\/p>\n
Harold still had indigestion.<\/p>\n
Some things never improve.<\/p>\n
Afterward we walked along the marina.<\/p>\n
The same place as our disastrous first lunch after his return.<\/p>\n
He asked, \u201cDo you remember sitting by that window?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was terrified.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou deserved to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was terrified too.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf wanting you back.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t ready.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
My truth.<\/p>\n
My timing.<\/p>\n
We walked farther.<\/p>\n
At the pier, he stopped.<\/p>\n
Not the proposal pier.<\/p>\n
Another one.<\/p>\n
Thank God.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I ask something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDepends.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you consider me your husband?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you consider me your wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounded too fast.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve had thirty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Fair.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are we doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWalking.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
I took his hand.<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
No ring.<\/p>\n
I still kept the old ring in my purse sometimes.<\/p>\n
Other times in the dresser.<\/p>\n
Never wore it.<\/p>\n
That did not bother him.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
At sunset, we returned home.<\/p>\n
A package sat by the door.<\/p>\n
We both stopped.<\/p>\n
Then looked at each other.<\/p>\n
Harold said, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cAbsolutely not.\u201d<\/p>\n
The label showed Rose\u2019s return address.<\/p>\n
Safer.<\/p>\n
Inside was a jar.<\/p>\n
Tomato preserves.<\/p>\n
Label:<\/p>\n
MAGGIE\u2019S.<\/p>\n
A note.<\/p>\n
I fixed your recipe.<\/p>\n
I laughed so hard I had to sit down.<\/p>\n
Harold tasted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hate her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
That evening, we ate toast with preserves.<\/p>\n
Not burned.<\/p>\n
Mostly.<\/p>\n
The house was quiet.<\/p>\n
No hidden speaker.<\/p>\n
No one deciding anything in another room.<\/p>\n
Harold sat across from me reading.<\/p>\n
I worked a crossword puzzle.<\/p>\n
At one point he looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re staring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m appreciating.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled and returned to his book.<\/p>\n
I looked around the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Everything had begun with listening.<\/p>\n
Not really.<\/p>\n
It began earlier.<\/p>\n
With people believing they knew what was best for others.<\/p>\n
Keane with infants.<\/p>\n
Harcourt with families.<\/p>\n
Blue Oak with property.<\/p>\n
Whitcomb with courts.<\/p>\n
Lydia with identities.<\/p>\n
Harold with protection.<\/p>\n
Dale with money.<\/p>\n
Even I had sometimes mistaken love for authority.<\/p>\n
The monitor exposed voices.<\/p>\n
The years afterward exposed patterns.<\/p>\n
But the ending was simpler.<\/p>\n
Ask.<\/p>\n
Listen.<\/p>\n
Believe people when they tell you what belongs to them.<\/p>\n
Their name.<\/p>\n
Their history.<\/p>\n
Their home.<\/p>\n
Their body.<\/p>\n
Their grief.<\/p>\n
Their forgiveness.<\/p>\n
Their future.<\/p>\n
Those things could be shared.<\/p>\n
Never owned.<\/p>\n
Harold turned a page.<\/p>\n
Outside, a car passed.<\/p>\n
The refrigerator clicked.<\/p>\n
The clock moved toward nine.<\/p>\n
Ordinary sounds.<\/p>\n
No message hidden inside.<\/p>\n
I listened anyway.<\/p>\n
Not because I was afraid.<\/p>\n
Because this was my life.<\/p>\n
And this time, I was allowed to hear it while it happened.<\/p>\n
Rose kept the jar. She also kept the corrected label. ROSE. Not Hope. Not Resident 12. Not incompetent. Not ward. Not victim. Rose. She placed it on her kitchen shelf … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11056,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11088","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feel-every-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11088","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11088"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11088\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11123,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11088\/revisions\/11123"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11056"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11088"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11088"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11088"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}