Busy hands, happy heart... or so they say
Today was busy. It started late and continued to move along at a steady pace. Then my friend called. The conversation did not flow very smooth at first. Once I stated that I knew some of what went on, the words flowed freely from her heart. Much of it I had already guessed, and sadly much of what I had guessed was true. If I could shake some sense into someone, that someone should be me. I am removing myself from the situation and I refuse to continue to allow myself to watch my friend suffer.
By all rights I should turn the daughter in, but that would crush her mother. Am I saving her just to kill her or killing her to save her? I must close now before too much more happens. The granddaughter is no better, perhaps even worse than her mother in the deeds done to the brother. Where is common sense? Where is justice? It is not here.


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