Lady of Justice Missing

She had her fingers pointed at my sister and me,

gesturing us out of the room loudly.

"You and you, out."

We are here to do an LPA for my mom,

and it's your receptionist who directed us to the meeting room.

I understand that not everyone who walks through your doors has good intentions.

But for us—

caregivers trying to do something important for our mom—

that moment felt unnecessarily harsh.

The looks we received as we walked out only made it worse.

Confusion, judgment… it was uncomfortable and humiliating.

Did we do something wrong by bringing our mom there?

Surely,

this could have been handled with a quiet word,

a simple request for us to step out.

The world can feel so twisted sometimes.

These past few months have already been stressful and draining.

Moments like this linger more than they should.

Maybe because everything already feels heavy.

Maybe because respect,

especially in vulnerable situations,

matters more than we realize.

I still want to believe there is such a thing as real justice in this world.

Though not everyone in positions of authority reflects that.

Then again,

who are we to judge?

It was a small incident,

but it stayed with me.

Right now,

I just want a good night’s sleep—and for things to feel a little lighter tomorrow.

Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn. – Drake