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I recognized my mother in a stranger's photo.

He told me everything without knowing who I was.

Were you in some kind of disguise?

And trigger warning, inconclusive.

Ah, yes, you're trigger for those who need to know the answer to thing.

Trigger warning, you're just not going to find out.

I-23 male work at a large facility where we take care of seniors that can no longer take care of themselves. It's not exactly a nursing home as some of our residents have health issues or cognitive problems. Regardless of that, I love my job and work with people every day. By the way, this comes from Throwaway Mother Holy. And if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R. Slar slash OK Storytime Subbrdit. I'm Sophia. I'm Dakota. And we're here to give good advice, gufely, but we don't have all the answers. We only know what we'd do. So please, let us know what you would do in the comments. Please. And Opie says, I was recently reassigned to a new area with residents I had never worked with before.

In particular, was a man I had never met before, but he seemed like a really funny guy.

Both of his legs were amputated, and he has no real family left to take care of him. Why did you giggle at that?

He seemed like a really funny guy.

He had no legs and no family.

You got to learn how to be fun with no legs.

What else you got? Arms? Well, hopefully. While putting him to bed, I saw he had a small

pinboard filled with pictures of what I assume is what is left of his family. Many of them

are elders like him, except for one picture that contains my mother. What?

Like your actual mother?

Or like our universal mother, Mary.

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