yeah yeah i real mature too. my mother father had twelve kids. we lived on a farm. life was tiring. toys clothes? everything was hand me downs.
allowance? as soon as we could walk we could work. i remember crawling through thick swamps, diving through deep ponds just to retrieve golf balls to sell.
at least i never had to sell my body. one year there was a drought. as farmers we suffered hard. desperate, backs pushed to the wall, my poor parents made the painful decision to sell my younger sister away. we two being the closest, it was hard, for days i cried till my eyes were dry and blood shot.
somehow i made it through those dark times. and it pains my broken heart to see young people these days, complaining about such things and typing in such langauge. sigh
Hello Kitty
pls go tell sumbirdie else. like sumbirdie who cares.
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Originally posted by Hello Kitty:
pls go tell sumbirdie else. like sumbirdie who cares.