I’ve been a peasant. I’ve been a beggar. I’ve worn the clothes of the beaten down and despised. I’ve been left for dead and outcast by those who possess the keys to all the societal doors. I’ve wondered where my next meal will come from. I’ve cursed the mean and cruel sunrise for being so uncaring as to go on without me, as if my pain were nothing but a second in the passing day.
But nothing holds the magic, the bright and filling encouragement that comes from the beauty of my children smiling at me with innocent belonging.

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