...it's hard to smile, still.
Tears streamed down as I thought about my dad. His diligence and sacrifice to make our lives... Wonderful. Mom often sighs... "Too wonderful".
She has a point. We only know glitter... And gold. We haven't a clue what to do when the lights go out. Do we sparkle and shine no more?
How easy it would be to give up, give in...
But no. There are men out there like my father, who wakes up before the sun each morning to drive for hours... To do a job that he dislikes.
Here I am.. Crying & complaining about living in California..
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