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Show 357 and opening books and notebooks to do their homework. I am wishing I could help them but I cannot even read. I do not remember at the end of a sentence what was at its beginning. I do not know how much longer I can endure this gray life. I do not know how much longer they can endure my gray life. Hy is standing by my bed, talking to me and I am trying to follow but I cannot and finally I turn my face to the wall. There are tears falling from my eyes onto the pillow and I am hoping that the children do not notice. "Kids," he is saying somewhere far away. I can sense a halting of their reading, an attention being given to then father. "This is difficult for your mom," he is beginning. I do not feel present. "She is in a lot of pain and she has been here for a long time." I am wondering just how long I have been here, away from my sweet children, away from my dear family. |