Serving
She was raised to serve, to give care to make others as comfortable as possible. Up early to prep food: breakfast, lunch, dinner. Feed the dog, pick veggies from the garden, cut up your fruit, fill the sugar bowl. Â
She does the dishes because no one does them better or faster than her. She knows the right way. You can't help her. You can't serve her.Â
But: what is she thinking? Is she getting pleasure from taking care of others? Does she long for the same treatment? Would it make her uncomfortable?













