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My name is Martha. I\u2019m 63 years old, and for most of my life, I\u2019ve worked night shifts as a janitor.<\/p>\n
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If you\u2019ve ever walked through a rest stop at 2 or 3 a.m., I\u2019m the kind of person you don\u2019t really see\u2014the woman pushing a mop, emptying bins, keeping the lights clean for people who are already gone by the time the sun comes up.<\/p>\nFor illustrative purposes only<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
I raised my own children mostly alone. Their father left when they were young, and I did what I knew how to do best: I worked. Extra shifts. Holiday shifts. Any shift that paid a little more. I wanted my kids to have things I never had\u2014music lessons, school trips, new shoes instead of secondhand ones.<\/p>\n
Somewhere along the way, the distance grew. Calls became shorter. Visits turned rare. Eventually, they only reached out when they needed something. Money. Help. A favor.<\/p>\n
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