Pity Party

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It's Friday night and Anonymom is having a little pity party. Not big. She knows there are many people much worse off. But after working hard this week to keep all the plates spinning, racing to the finish line with a beautiful Shabbat dinner on the table, she wanted... something, anything; a kind word, a "How are you?", a hug, an invitation, someone else to spin one of the plates. But no. It's just me and Diver. Diver and me.