Orphans

Each week I tell myself it’s going to get better.

I start my laundry with hope and excitement: “This will be the week” I tell myself, as I put the laundry into the washing machine.

I fold the laundry, excited as each sock makes a match, then another match. 

And yet- the orphan sock pile continues to grow week, after week, after week.

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They’re out there somewhere. Somewhere in the world, there is a matching sock for each and every one of these poor souls that have been left behind. I will not rest until they are found...