Place
Nine hundred square feet. That’s thirty feet by thirty feet. About the size of your standard apartment but unlike your average living quarters it’s not meant to be a permanent home. Yet sometimes it is. A home for thirty different minds, one for each of those square feet and let me tell you they take up every square inch. As they should. As I’ve ingrained in them to do. As have many others before me and I pray many after me will continue to do so. Each mind carries its own body along with its own baggage. Some more than others. Baggage they are willing to check at the door although sometimes it seeps through. But it’s okay! They know I don’t cry over spilled milk but rather gentle parent them through the clean up as we pick up each piece scattered about, together. Their greetings each day are full of good morning's, guess what, I missed you, please don’t take my phone today, why do we have work at 8 am?!, can I go to the bathroom, can I go put this in my locker, you didn’t update...