Pretty As As Pretty Does
Sometimes, in my head, I go a 'we' against 'them' thing.
On one side there is myself and my youngest sister - who
also went though the same shit I did - and her family, my
husband, our friends.
On the other side there is the Mother, the Father, the
I often ask myself that if we had to divide forces and go
at it, group against group, which side would win.
Usually I believe the THEM would win. I believe they have
much more hate in their hearts than we do.
But sometimes, when I really think about it, WE would win.
We have more hope.
Funny that. The people who have suffered more have the