When she is stressed, she cleans.
I guess that where I got it from.
When she felt hurt and alone, she does everything herself.
I guess that where I got it from.
She doesn't talk about it.
She just kept working.
She does more than usual.
When my aunt passed away, she did that.
When you get to an age, you wonder if you could rely on your children.
As children, you wonder if you could ever do more.
It's a hard balance, this life of ours. Takes a few practice to get it almost right but never right.
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