"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
It’s not that I necessary look old. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I look tired. I look rushed. I look like I’ve let myself go. Mom tells the realities of caring for others with special needs.
