I WOULD OBJECT STRENUOUSLY THAT STATEMENT! AND I’D HUG HER IF AT ALL I EVER COULD!
I once knew a man who had been kept in a basement, with
his 2 brothers where they had their beds, dressers and a door
to the outside. This would have been cool, growing up like
a team with them, but they were not allowed upstairs on the
cream carpet their stepmom had chosen to have laid once she
married their father.
There is a strange and sad story here. The 3 boys and their real
mother were out on a day that may have seemed like paradise to
some wild kids. They got to climb around on the country hills
and play. They picked daisies and dandelions and gave their
mother these. They broke sticks into ‘guns’ and played cowboys
and Indians. They also had a picnic lunch when their mother
took a break from her artistic passion. She was painting a pastoral
scene with some charming boys playing…
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