After thirty years on the ferry, my pension arrived and it was less than I planned, enough for cement but not the tiles. I felt the old worry come, but then my grandson called me, his little face filling the screen, and he said, "Avo, kai zale?" What's the matter? I learned that sometimes the monsoon in your heart is louder than the one on your roof. Next, I'll take the cement money and build a smaller, stronger shed first, susegad.
#honest#life
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