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Jul 21, 2004 22:39

i think the mother grows suspicious.

"was that package from the imb? the corporate headquarters?"

way to sleep in, kiddo. "yep."

"for work?"

"nope." not yet. "just brochures." this time.

"when we return from alabama, you should seriously start looking for a new job, one with stable hours, and benefits."

may already have one. "okay."

it's getting harder, because i want to tell them. i want to shout it from the rooftops. but i know her, i know her, and that's not a discussion i want to begin unless i can use as few maybes as possible.

deep down, in that dark place we send realities we don't like, i think she knows, though. how can she not? everyone's seen it in me, that joy in doing the one thing i was meant to do. i did it; i became infectious. i dare anyone not to smile along with me.

i just wish it didn't cost so much.

missions, travel, spirituality

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