I still grieve being known without having to explain the whole day first

Dear Delyara, The person who already knows what the children have been like all week, what kind of mood the house is carrying, what money pressure sounds like in my voice, what kind of silence means tired and what kind means hurt. The person who can receive a day in shorthand because they were already standing inside the frame of it. Now too many days stay with me by bedtime because translating them from the beginning feels like too much work for a body that has already spent itself elsewhere. That is a lonely way to live. Not empty. Not dramatic. Just untranslated.