She’s a nice person.  Large, kind eyes.  Great smile. 

Very helpful.

She’s small and thin, but makes up for her stature with melodic laughter.

It takes me a while for me to notice the bruises on her bicep about the size of a large hand.

They’re hard to notice; she’s “always cold” and likes to wear long sleeves.

But she’s sweet and likes to help.  I always thank her when she does and she always responds in kind.

I wonder what it feels like going through life doing your best to make everyone happy until one day you meet a person that’s impossible to please.

Would it be like a project that you must accomplish but simply can’t finish?  Would it be impossible to let it go and move on?

I crack a joke about the weekend, say goodbye and clock out.