For the past few days (i.e. the morning en route to mass prior the boy’s lunch walk-out), my brain has been burping. Usually, when it burps, it means the boy is thinking about his Maw. And sometimes that means he would visit the house, which is uncannily and eerily without fail.
Below are some samples of vocalizations made during my brain burps and in no particular order:
- “Hey!”
- “Meeeh”
- “Mom!”
- “Ma a a a a a a!”
- “Ahh!”
- “Wuh~”
“Hey!” comes out more often than the rest – at resting, while driving and eating, too.
Anyways, when I saw “Meeeh” posted last Thursday, my mind was fuming pissed. Not only is he publicly humiliating himself and his family, he is really calling out for help. And like the kindness and the generosity of the twosome, a would-be “parental unit” from above and beyond had to initiate action.
Once again, it means a lot to me that others are there to help “my family”. You people know what I’m talking about. One day, I’ll get to fix that problem. As the boy challenged me recently:
“So, do you want to fix the world? Go ahead!”
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