We sat back and watched Leah’s strong hands rip open and slice the fish as she had been doing for more than 50 years
“H oney these are not my socks!”
“Check Shimmy’s drawer” I called out to my husband from under my pillow. It was 5:45 in the morning.
“How could anyone confuse a five-year-old’s pair of socks with that of a grown man?”
“It happens.… Leah doesn’t see that well.”
Leah helps us in the house each week. Among other household tasks she tackles our laundry piles.
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