Kids

There were days I questioned myself as to why I continued my career as a nurse.  Some people were rude and uncooperative and down right mean.  Then there were the ones who wanted to get better and were really grateful.  They were the ones who made it all worth it.  In between, I was continuing to write in my tablets about home life, never really thinking that I could become a writer.  I loved reading Irma Bombeck in the newspaper.  She wrote short funny stories about her family.  My style of writing is like hers.  The kids didn't know that I was writing about them.  Any time they would ask, I always told them it was a letter to someone.  I always hid the tablets after I was done.  I know they would throw them in the fire can like they did to everything else they didn't like.  Things don't just disappear, they had help.  Years later like all  kids, they would admit to doing something they thought we never knew.  We did know.  The games continued...