Yesterday was a quiet, peaceful morning. At 10 a.m. I needed to leave for my speech therapy appointment. I went to say goodbye to Kara and found her taking a well-deserved morning nap. You see, she oversees the kid send-off every day from 5:30-8:30 a.m. and then has been going to the gym all week. Yesterday she took a day off from the gym and I as I kissed her goodbye, I realized that I didn’t want to go. It has been four months of drills, scopes, stretches and exercises and I’m not certain that the “improvement” is not imagined. I’m so tired of the whole thing. I just wanted to crawl into bed too and hide from the whole deal.
However, I cannot afford to give up hope. (Besides, I know she didn't want any company.) I went because I still hope. Yesterday the motivating factor was that I hope that I will always be able to tell Kara how beautiful she is and that I love her. (Even this is not a matter of speech; the words do not exist.)
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