Yesterday I had a crazy thing happen at school. The experience bugged me. It stuck in my brain and I couldn't figure out why. It wasn't terribly horrible, but it was something I didn't want the put anywhere on the internet.
Today, I visited with my mom and some of my sisters. I relayed the experience to them while they sat and listened. I didn't need them to comment on the experience, just listen while I tried to work it out verbally.
My mom and sisters are good listeners. They let me talk even though my story didn't seemingly have a point to it except to express the added stress that came along with it. And I'm grateful for that.
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