some moments



A woman was sitting just outside the building, waiting for someone who would determine her fate that day.

She is asking for help.
Financial assistance.

She told a story about her daughter.

“she’s starting to hurt us.”

“she needs medication.”

“she’s now in a psychiatric ward.”

“her medicines are lacking.”

“i already miss her”

Her eyes were watery as she tried to tape the words she effortfully shared.

A mother’s love was seen.

A listening ear was the only thing I could offer.

Bipolar depression.

hebrews 11:16

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