Like roaches, we all scurry back home at the end of our work day. And like the roaches, we come back in the morning.
We get dressed, put on our name tags, find our computers and we are off.
Day in and day out.
We even forget what day it is sometimes.
Well at least I do.
The whole thing is senseless and incredibly sad. I’m left wondering who is really raising the children?
Illustration by Elton Harding
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