Then she sat on the edge of the bed and said, with a deep sigh, “I don’t know what to do with that girl and her baby. I’ve done everything I can. I invited them out here, paid for everything while they’re here, bought special food for the baby, even clothes. You’d think that the least the mother might do is get off her fat ass and watch the child while I’m not here. I’m tired, I’m tired and I’m fed up with taking care of them. I’m always taking care of helpless and hopeless people.”
I wanted to do something immediately to show her I was not helpless and hopeless.
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