Yesterday, Ryan asks me a question that made me stop in my tracks. Ok not exactly stop, because I was driving after school pickup and it wouldn’t have been a good idea. “Amma, why are you so Preoccupied always?” “What?” “Yes preoccupied. You’re always busy with something when I talk to you.” “Well I am…
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