Psyche-

Dear Lemony Snicket, let me borrow your “curious case.” “How are you doing it?” The woman, I bet, was the mother of the client cuddling her spaniel on the exam table. She was one among the few who out of somewhere pops the question again and again. I payed forward doing the physical exam and history but her nosy nature seethed until I was done focusing the slide on the stage.  “Did you marry someone from here?  “I am a single mother” I answered straightforwardly without missing that quivering inside. Que horror! I am not a widow. My answer cannot simply be bought by close-minded people. For when I start with my first word, you would start assassinating me with all the fault I myself created. So I need to converse with you with a tub of coffee. I am a single mother, by choice. Singly doing two jobs as vet and mother. I just do them. It is not as easy as saying it. Morning breaks. I wake up to my baby to change her diaper into an economic nappy. I feed her at predictive