The Master hardly saw the dear child in her illness
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When in Bahá'í history
The Master hardly saw the dear child in her illness. His time was so constantly taken up by the needs of the poor, that only His tired moments were spared to His own family from His incessant work for all in trouble. Indeed, my mother and sisters tried to conceal their difficulties and trials, not wishing to add to the heavy burden of others' griefs, which were so constantly borne by Him.
Source: Lady Blomfield, The Chosen Highway
Collected from bahaistories.com (Subject: workaholism).
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Reflection
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