Some of my earliest memories is taking tea to my mother’s bedroom: at the age of seven, walking down the long corridor with steaming hot tea to where she was laying in bed - careful not to spill. At the time, I thought I did it because I cared. But, if I am honest with myself, the act subconsciously reinforced that love is to be earned.
How acts of service became the excuse to hide me
How acts of service became the excuse to hide…
How acts of service became the excuse to hide me
Some of my earliest memories is taking tea to my mother’s bedroom: at the age of seven, walking down the long corridor with steaming hot tea to where she was laying in bed - careful not to spill. At the time, I thought I did it because I cared. But, if I am honest with myself, the act subconsciously reinforced that love is to be earned.