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Everyone deserved a living wage. No human ought to be treated as if their work didn’t matter, or their choices, or their dreams.
Grief was like a memory keeper. It showed me moments I’d forgotten, and I was grateful, even as my stomach hollowed
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Every day, I discovered something else their deaths had taken from me.
My parents were gone forever, but I brought them with me wherever I went.
I let the despairing feeling run its course. The dread pooled in my belly, robbed me of breath. And then I exhaled, and the moment somehow became bearable. Not fine exactly, but livable.
My voice broke. She wasn’t missing, she wasn’t in danger. I hadn’t lost someone else.
