#36 Priorities

The bear sat on the pillow.

Frayed, tattered, one eye missing. Never fully recovered from an altercation with the family dog in 1989.

“Just give me a minute”

“No problem”

She rushed into the room, flushed and breathless and hurriedly picked up clothes from the floor, jamming them into the hamper.

Finally she grabbed the bear and stuffed him into the bottom drawer.

Then, in the doorway, she stopped and turned.

She retrieved the bear from the drawer and sat him carefully on the dresser.

“You were here long before him, and you will be here long after he’s gone.”
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Illustration courtesy of the amazing Ciaran Duffy

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