Things change and are different than they seem.  We lived a life that was not what people thought it was.  We weren’t who people saw when they looked at us, although to them, we were.  However, when we walked through the doors of the rehab hospitals, our looks matched where we were.  We mimicked the responses and the actions of those who sat in the circle around us. Some new, some seasoned and we were both at different times. Each time we entered, we were hardened a little more.  We appeared to have it all- nice clothes, nice cars, a nice house, but not a home and not a mother. 

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