Like any Parent looking to adopt you probably look for the healthiest most beautiful baby Of the bunch. That was likely the case with my grandparents when they picked up my mother. Little did they know that my mother had a secret. A secret dating back to her own mother. A secret involving alcoholism and promiscuity. One she would herself would come to mimic later in her own life. It’s funny how even with the best of intentions things often can turn tragic. A little while ago while doing my reading, I was thinking about Hawaii how life might have been for my grandparents had they chosen someone else. A loving daughter who grew up to be healthy in every sense, live a good fruitful life for life and have a joyful relationship – the one my grandparents yearned for.

Is it true that the typical American citizen has an English-speaking vocabulary of between 3-7000 words?

Sometimes the perfect solution or the right solution is the one you would never think of it all 🤷‍♂️

I noticed where my aunt and Uncle live on the better side of town the neighbors mind their own business. I notice the part of town where I live in people are always watching. I guess the reason you get a good job is not just to live in a nice house towels or to live in a nice area of town but to live among a better class of people. For the longest time I used to think it didn’t matter where you live but who you are. I’m not so sure about that anymore.