Nito

I had a dream Nito died again. This time he took drugs. And me, patty, and marcela were going to Tampa but we needed first go to a job that we were starting and ask to leave early. It was a mundane job. I just typed in stuff, super easy. Marcela was in housekeeping for the owner and Patty a similar job to me. I ended up asking if we could leave at 2. It was unrealistic but real. I wonder what that means. For Nito, it's clear. The results really shook mommy up. For the job, maybe because I am walking on thin ice with DOGE drama. I need a break. Mallorca will be good for me.

I'm grateful for...

- Family 

- Finally knowing what Nito had, a mental disability

- My job

- Life 

- My health 

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