In all these years of being a single mom and struggling I somehow believed deep down that I was doing the best thing for my daughters and that the sacrifices would guarantee them something better than what I had. All these years later, I am not sure what I "had" in the first place. Was what I had really that bad? Time and maturity has altered my perspective about the importance of all things in my life. Once, I foolishly believed that getting an education would help get me a better paying job, and I also foolishly believed that just being a good person would make a difference somehow and would increase the quality and quantity of my inner circle of friends. I am still waiting for this to be a reality. I'm tired today as I write this. I have already put in almost 12 hours of work and have 3 more to go. I don't want to work 15 hour days. I'm tired of struggling financially. I'm tired of being alone. These are things only a few people ever...
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