Today felt heavier than most, but I’m still here, still moving.
Dear me,
Some days weigh more than others.
Today, it came in numbers — six million to be paid, and my pockets were quiet. I borrowed from my son’s small savings, with the promise to give it back soon.
It’s not just the money.
It’s the quiet guilt.
The hope that tomorrow will be lighter,
the reminder,
that I’m still finding my way. But this too will pass.
One day, I’ll tell him we made it through.
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