I am taking steps to move forward in my life. Who knows what the morrow will bring? Will I have a job? Will my siblings lose their jobs and want to move in with me? I have to be able to say "no." My Mom would want me to take them in, but I can't live like my Mom. I have to live like me. My Mom didn't have a life outside of her children. She was a recluse. I refuse to be.
Coming from the speakers: Sail On by The Commodores.
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