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Respect.
I began giving her time when she needed it. I asked about her writing. I read more of her work when she wanted to share it. And in return, my home felt richer—not because of cleaner floors or better meals, but because it became a place where someone felt seen.
It was that every person we hire carries a hidden depth, a private universe of hopes and abilities. When we choose to notice that—to honor it—we don’t just change their day.
We change ourselves.
If you want, I can:
- Rewrite this in a shorter viral-style version
- Adapt it for Medium, Facebook, or a blog
- Add a strong emotional hook or moral-focused ending
- Rewrite it to match a true story tone or fictional storytelling voice
Just tell me.
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