Still at ut....tree
It's 8:14 am. Sitting in the living room of this client home waiting for the boy to come down stairs.
My hands are frozen. Not sure how today will look like. It feels like I have the weight of the world on my shoulder.
Toughest days of my life.
Fuck I can hear him from upstairs. He is awake.
I feel this is a punishment for something that I have done in the past in this life or the previous one.
Stay strong. These days should pass
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