I met Mara at work during one of the hardest years of her life, though I didn\u2019t know it then. She sat two desks away\u2014always smiling, always exhausted, her phone buzzing nonstop. The kind of smile people wear when they don\u2019t want questions.<\/p>\n
I learned she was a single mom after overhearing her apologizing to a daycare worker. She had two kids under six. Their father was gone, and every late fee, missed shift, and sick day fell on her alone.<\/p>\n
One Friday, she lingered by my desk. \u201cThis is awkward,\u201d she said softly. \u201cWould you ever consider babysitting? Just Fridays. I could finally take overtime.\u201d<\/p>\n
I agreed without much thought. I liked kids. I lived nearby. And something in her voice made it impossible to say no.<\/p>\n
So every Friday for a year, her kids came to my apartment. We built blanket forts, burned frozen pizzas, watched the same movies on repeat. I learned who hated peas, who needed a nightlight, who cried quietly when they missed their mom.<\/p>\n
Mara tried to pay me. I refused every time.<\/p>\n
My boyfriend hated it. \u201cYou\u2019re being used,\u201d he said. \u201cThat\u2019s not kindness.\u201d<\/p>\n
I brushed it off\u2014until exhaustion crept in, and doubt followed.<\/p>\n
Then it ended. Mara got promoted. New city. New life. On her last day, she waved, mouthed \u201cthank you,\u201d and disappeared.<\/p>\n
No goodbye. No closure.<\/p>\n
I felt foolish\u2014like a year of my life had vanished.<\/p>\n
Three weeks later, an envelope arrived.<\/p>\n
Inside were two plane tickets and a handwritten note:<\/p>\n
\u201cCome visit.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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