Hands, Work Work
by Elizabeth
'This reminds me of when I used to listen to my mom tell me stories while she worked. She was always doing something�working in the donut shop, working at the swap meet, sewing piece clothing for pennies, anything to make ends meet and then some. When my dad died, she refused to close the shop because funerals don�t pay the rent. I didn�t understand why she couldn�t stop. When I finally asked her why she never stopped working she said, �When you survive through two wars and have ten kids, you never stop.'
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