An Introduction
My name is Martha, and I am a Midwife.
Everyday I see these three together. They are my three precious children: Alex, Gina, and Dia.
My darling "son" Alex is always running about here and there, working his hardest to accomplish all he can in a day.
My lovely "daughter" Gina is always helping him out. She cleans and arranges whatever it takes to create a comfortable environment.
Her adorable "sister" Dia is usually lying around. She takes her daily tea and treatments, and she sometimes takes her strolls. Aside from caring for herself, she also tries to help the others relax.
All have their roles within our humble clinic. With these roles come jobs they must carry out efficiently. In my opinion, they've all done their jobs at great satisfaction.
I happen to know all this, because my role is "mother" and "midwife", so my job is to watch over them. And with what I have seen from them, I am really quite impressed.
These three children have grown so close together, their relationship is practically symbiotic! In ways both obvious and unexpected, the three have aided each other numerous times.
Of course, some people have come to me and asked me the following questions:
Who has the hardest Work?
Who works the hardest?
To know who has the hardest work is a truly vexing task.
Some may easily dismiss one or the other, but that is because they do not know what I know, or they are not aware of what is to be done. What I know is that each has their own sets of tasks and challenges. In the end, the answer would come down to one's preferences and strengths.
Although, to say who works the hardest of them all is an easy answer for me.
I say they all work their hardest! I can see it in their eyes and hearts that their efforts are their best. I can see it in their friendship that they strive to push each other.
I could probably go on about how hard they work in their respective roles, but it would require delving into more personal details, which is something I cannot reveal.
But it seems my three children have their own stories to tell, so who am I to stop them?