Some days I wonder why. I can't possibly be helping. Anything or anyone. Not my clients who hold out their broken hearts and problems to me with trusting hands, hoping I can fix them. I almost always can't. Not my bosses who expect me to be available on a moment's notice in the evening when I am the one with children needing me at home. Not my children who sometimes have to need me when the bosses don't understand and I am once again, absent.
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Hugs, hugs, hugs.
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