The aftermath of my life after 9/11, when half my family died. How I am struggling to come back to the self my mother used to love and be proud of while still letting myself grow.
That happens in my office sometimes. I always take a picture when it does-one time we had 7 employees (out of 60) in orange shirts. Frequently, many people show up in black and gray the same day. It's weird.
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