Little things, like free Starbucks, make a big difference in a person's life; especially a person working an overnight shift...The boys should've been waking up right about the time I got back from my little coffee run, but, lo and behold...
Saturday mornings in a special home for maladaptive adolescents are not typically pleasant. Something about the nostalgia of what weekends once were or what they 'should' be; family and friends, video games and movies, pizza and staying up late.
Essentially, everything a Saturday is not when living in a group home.
Its a reality check for them every single weekend, as though Saturdays are somehow unexpected. But today was a little different. It wasn't without a few fires to put out, but I was able to sip my delicious, hot and caffeinated beverage in peace, enjoying my scone nibble by nibble instead of wolfing it down between crisis'.
It was... dare I say it?
Almost normal.
*blessed and grateful!
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