Woooo boy the responses on this.
But I’d imagine that’s why you wrote this.
As a kid, I used to watch my mom wake up every day and grind out a shitty job, hoping and praying that nothing went wrong because if it did that meant we’d have to miss a meal somewhere.
She thought I never noticed, but I always did when she’d show up later and later to pick me up from school around birthdays and holidays, working a few extra hours to try and scrape together a couple of bucks for a gift to me and my sister. She was mostly, successful at that, but the heart break was visible when she wasn’t.
She got sick a few years back, and had to retire. I moved home to help her out, and made sure her paperwork was in order. As I was going through it, I realized she hadn’t taken a sick day in over 17 years.
Honestly, I don’t know how she had the presence of mind to wake up, day after day with very little if anything to look forward to.
I’ve worked hard in my life, but I’m not silly enough to think that I’ve ever had a hard day’s work in it either.
The indignant people complaining here are telling on themselves.