picture in my mind

That night I am sitting at the kitchen table, just lost in my thoughts, when Edison brings me a cup of tea. "What's this for baby?" I say, smiling.

"I thought you could use it," he tells me. "You look tired."

"I am," I confess. "I am so damn tired."

We both know I'm not talking about the first two days of testimony, either.

Edison sits down beside me, and I squeeze his hand. "It's exhausting, isn't it? Trying so hard to prove that you're better than they expect you to be?"

-- Small Great Things, by Jodi Picoult


Exhausting.