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Our children were a mask

Our children were a mask

As adults, we wear many different masks throughout the day. We were the mask of the happy employee, the dutiful spouse, the patient parent, or the insecure child in a grown-up body. Sometimes we take them off, but those times are few and far between. We don’t want to offend or step on anyones toes even if they are being a huge asshole. Our children wear masks, too. Probably more than most adults. Peer pressure, influences from the media, ov...