Morning

Last night my sister admitted my mom to the pysch ward again.
This morning the clouds drift, the sun shines, a cardinal alights on a branch. The coffee maker burbles.
We read the paper and giggle at the absurd story about Rabbis and polititians smuggling Israeli kidneys to the U.S.
My daughter leaves for work. Feeds the bunny on her way out. Says, "See ya!".
And my sister says Mom is feeling calmer already.

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