She is Not Most

She has no friends
Tells me this via text at 1:43 a.m.
I barely know her
A sliver of barely

She says her father has recently passed
Confides that she has no friends, no support group
She had spent her life helping her father
I find out later that her father has been gone twelve years

That is enough blubbering, wailing and keening for most.
She is not most.

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