The day before yesterday the child had a fever, I held her while registering and paying, and my phone kept vibrating in my pocket— that order started to callback.
When the nurse came to take the temperature, I was flustered and closed the page, and the thermometer almost fell to the ground. At night, while coaxing the child to sleep, I secretly got up to check the market, the desk lamp was on until dawn, and tears fell on my phone, hard to tell if it was from exhaustion or anxiety.
Who isn't like this? On one side is the daily necessities, on the other is the ups and downs of the stock charts. But when the alarm goes off the next day, I still wipe my tears and open the app. After all, for us women doing this, admitting defeat is truly losing, right?
