Childhood Observation

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The nursing home’s spacious dining hall buzzed with warm greetings, the aroma of fresh omelets, and nurses pacing between tables. As a new CNA trainee, I quickly fell into a comfortable rhythm composed of serving trays and greeting residents brimming with gratitude. Then, I met Mr. Dawson Jenkins. He was a gruff, daunting man, with a booming voice complementing his large physique. While serving him breakfast, he demanded that I bring him more food. Upon my arrival, he ordered me to feed him, grumbling that I wasn’t fast enough. Fifteen minutes of sarcastic remarks and irritability passed by slowly. Initially taken back by his bluntness, I channeled his vigor into meaningful conversation. Through our exchange about the changing leaves and the

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