My name is Martha. I am 63 years old, and for most of my life, I have worked nights as a janitor. If you have ever walked through a highway rest stop at two or three in the morning, I am probably someone you barely noticed. I am the woman quietly mopping the floors, emptying trash bins, and making sure the lights stay on for people who are already gone by the time the sun rises. I raised my children mostly on my own. Their father left when they were still young, and from that point on, responsibility rested squarely...
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