In our old house my cousin came over and we got on top of the roof. A man and his daughter were walking the neighborhood and they came to my moms front door and told my mom . Before we knew it she was calling us down stairs and called my grandma and right before we knew it again we were getting a whopping. No one cried because we were all prepared for that whopping.
A question I wished I would have asked was WHY. Why me for anything, if someone wanted me for something. I should have asked WHY ME. I sometimes don't understand why I was chosen to handle this , or do this , or was recommended for this. I love that I was and still am about the impress with everything I do and have done, but WHY ME. Every since elementary school all the way up until now I have been the only, maybe not the only one but the first option. I understand everything i do is my choice and yes, lots of things come a little more natural to me than others, but I just want to know why. I know all I have to do is ask but it be the same answer over and over again, never something different.
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