The weight of my world is pressing down on me. Only when it lets up a bit do I realize I’ve been holding my breath for weeks.

The greatest source of joy can also be the worst source of pain, as I watch one of my children suffer from an illness, as he lay in the hospital bed even now, asleep, as blood is being transfused into him. I keep watching.

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