Sunday, August 23, 2015

Day Sixty-six

It's got to make a mother proud, but it also makes me feel like a total schmuck at the same time. All four of my girls are working now. The eldest is at a grocery store. The next has two retail jobs and just put in her two weeks notice at a fast food chain. My third daughter has signed with a modeling agency; she is incredibly beautiful and photogenic. Even my twelve-year-old is getting paid to walk the neighbor's dog. And here I am, sick and unemployed. Better things lay ahead, but my patience is really wearing thin.

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