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Two Writing Teachers
We fixed her resume yesterday. Her tank is empty. My usually patient and kind daughter is on edge, anxious and feeling incompetent.
We write her cover letter ... more like I type, calling out words, as she lies on the couch covered in a blanket. It's a coping mechanism.
When she returns from work today, she relates stories of feeling overwhelmed and frustrated. I start her application for a new job. She answers questions, I type.
Push, pull... I don't know what I'm supposed to do, so I just help.