Why exactly, I have yet to figure out, but this third child has turned out to be not such a big deal. Maybe it is because he is such a mellow little one ...probably knew he better be if he wanted to keep his papa from fatally busting a vessel in his head from the added stress. Or maybe it is because he didn't show up in the midst of both his parents going to medical school with the crazy schedule and living in "felony flats". Regardless, things aren't half as bad as I expected. I wake usually at my leisure, feed the chickens, fetch the eggs and walk barefoot in the cool dewey grass, listening to the birdcalls and watching the garden beds to see what new green thing has popped up out of the soil. Poverty still haunts me, but life is too good for me to really care.
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fuck... i feel depressed
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