Everything looks good, she says, smiling at your mother in bright blue scrubs, and suddenly a world of worries is wiped away. Around the country, those you love are grappling with the scrubs that do not smile, the apologetic scrubs, the we'll take it one day at a time and sometimes despite your best intentions you run out of days scrubs. They walk out of the room with their shoulders hunched, carrying your hopes like burdens.
I cannot always make sense of this world, mi amor, I will not begin to try.
We'll take it one day at a time.
I'll carry your burdens
like hope.
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