You. Yes, you.
I see you.
Sitting with a cup of coffee, crossing the street juggling kids and groceries, dozing on the bus, putting in yet another double shift, smiling even when it’s hard, waiting in line to send Christmas presents, working late into the night.
I see behind your public face to the child you used to be, the dreams you still have, the hopes you carry for the future.
I see you.
And I carry those hopes for you too.
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J.R. Johnson 
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