Continuing the story from last week.
The young freedom fighters failed, but uniting under a common goal made us allies … of a sort.
Pit was around this time that I started School, I remember that when I wasn't yet in school, the time when I could go with my Mother on errands was precious and special. Once in school, that time was much less and I missed it.
One fateful day I was sick from school. I remember my excitement at quality time with my mother, but there was a neighborhood child, the only two things I remember was that he was snotty, and annoying. That day as I stayed with my mother I saw her share her "my time" with this stranger. I was as jealous as a child can get, I don't remember much, but I do remember being frustrated by it.
It's funny to think back, I bet that baby is probably nearing thirty now.
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Poor little Timmy. He was a surprise to his family and he had allergies, and plugged eye ducts, his little eyes were just slits. I don't know why, it made him look odd. Mom worked, I babysat. I'm sorry that you were jealous. Poor kid, I thnk I only babysat for a school year. His siblings look care of him the rest of the time. I remember that when he was sick, his mom would keep the 6th grader home from school so she could babysit. I hope he made it to 30.