Taking one’s own

Taking one’s own

Today  I am grateful that I am here. Alive, breathing.
Today someone else is not.
Today someone is not here.
Yesterday someone lost a loved one, a husband, a wife, a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, a son a daughter, a friend.
Yesterday someone lost their willingness to live. 

I usually avoid difficult conversations like the proverbial plague. I particularly avoid the subject of death.

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Mom gets home…

Mom gets home…

Mom gets home at 6pm after a kak Monday only to be harassed by son (no hello Mom, how was your day Mom) for another Fortnite skin for “only R89 bucks Mom. I have to have it because it in the store”.

Mom says “No”.

Son says “Please!”

Repeat on a loop for about 10min until son turns into Hulk. Screams so loud his sister bursts into tears.

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