You know that feeling when you're just... going through the motions? Like, every morning I show up and my mom, who used to run a whole LIBRARY, looks at me like I'm a stranger. "Hello, dear," she says, like it's the first time, and I just— I say "Hi, Mom, it's me, Sarah" and she smiles. It's FINE. It's just a thing. You wonder sometimes if you're the one who's forgetting stuff, you know? Like, am I doing it RIGHT? How do you even know? It's just... a lot.
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