Sunshine

Wo shalt ich begin?

Hi - I'm Sunshine. Apparently, I'm bright and sparkly, I'm hot, and I'm in the Sky.

Oh, but Sunshine was a lil hidden by some (PMS?) clouds recently, wasn't she?

Once I'm still hot.

Blah.

I miss you, K! And I love hearing about your trips and travels... Pisa! Sounds mad cool... you lucky Rommy!

HIT B'DOS SOON - S.O.S!

Do we all have some level we reach before swerving over into insanity? I mean, there were times where I pushed and pushed my limits as a teenager, and if I had gotten away with what I was doing, I know things could have been different all now. But, I got it 'beaten' out of me. So is it that whichever form of licks - may it be a literal cut-ras or some other form of psychological beatings - that 'works' on the individual is what is needed before a certain boundary is crossed? And if that limit is pushed "too far"... would lix be still applicable, and effective?

P has gotten out of fleckin' hand. He was allowed to misbehave in school because of "his father's death and his age in adapting to his step-father".

*Whatever*

Shh... I'm telling a story!

*Whatever*

Grr...

Anyways... so, he basically was "allowed" to get kicked out of school - "remember, he really is in sufferin', eh".

Ok.... let it slide.

What about his smoking weed? And his petty crimes? Still suffering, right?

How about his gangsta fights? And his larger crimes? Oh, he's on a trial? What for this time? Ohh... dear... that's... horrible. But so sad... let's pet him up... he needs love that he lost with his suffering.

*Urk*

What?! He pulled a weapon to his own family?! Tormenting them with threats and freezing the children with fear while being locked indoors?!

He's sick... he needs help... come for a hug. There there... all better? What me to pet you up even more for your suffering?

A year passes... things are back to normal. Woof.

WHAT?! He got even worse?! He has a WHAT?! He's threatening to do WHAT?! What did he say?!

No no no.... my son would never do that... trust me. No - he can't own that. Remember, his pride was crushed weeks before - you have to understand his suffering.

Yes - I buy his groceries and take care of his son... yes, it's because I let him resign from his "through-connections-or-else-nada" job. But remember! He's suffering!!!

But we all are suffering due to him, Mom.

But he's my son... you need to understand that.

And I'm your... nevermind.

Exactly - you're stronger... you and him had different strokes in life.

No, we didn't. I was just slapped the minute I tried to rebel.

He has nothing... you have so much already.

Yes - but did I get it by scratching my balls?

Look - people have different tolerance levels. He needs help. He needs me.

And I don't? You know what... ok. He may be your son, but he's no longer my brother.





*Ouch Zue!!!*