Slowly, slowly, she made her painful way through the kitchen. Her eyesight dimming, she had not yet detected my presence there in the room, so I could watch unnoticed and register every discouraged sigh. Then, with sad resignation, these words: “I don’t know why this has to be so hard.” Sadly, I realized that it… Continue reading It’s Time
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