I thought I had overcome the self persecution complex till it slapped me back on the face, real hard last Sunday. My youngest chick...a middle aged hen with her own chick...called up demanding "Ma please make French toast for breakfast, like the old days..I'm on my way". My spirits skyrocketed and them plummeted. Joy at having to cook your daughter's favourite breakfast, mixed with sorrow of that last supper cooked for your mother.
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