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children while she was pressing the apples and taking care of things inside. Sarah refused and said “ I take care of children all the time and I am not doing this right now!” Not only did she have attitude but it really affected me and made me think why is someone who wants to be in child care for a career refusing to watch these kids for a couple minutes when she is not busy at all. In my head I said to my self I love these kids, so I played and watched them for their mom. When I left that day I knew what I needed to do, even though I know mom would be against me going to Cobleskill but I did it any way. I took it upon my self to go to the open house that she would not bring me to before college even started. I guess I did not fight for it

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