When she was born she cried; muttered "mama" in mommy's arms; got to her feet and walked at ease; had a good time with the young school mates. Her florid skirt, keeping the girls amicable, gathered more friendships from the watchful boys; her overnight talk with parents won reputation of pliant daughter who was thoughtful as well; her alluring shape paralleling with her face grabbed hold of the men's hearts but not their vows; her decent manner, flaming lips, and other virtues vouchsafed her a solid career. Her profuse income satiated the family, which encouraged her to build another. A nice, wealthy guy appeared aptly on this time; he promised a gorgeous future and something nearer: huge diamond ring, Porsche, house with garden and pool, and, more importantly, a brilliant child. He was a good husband: handsome, hardworking, family man, spending time with the child, playing with him, not forgetting to fuck his wife, and somebody else's once in a while to confirm his love and his wife's via apology and forgiveness. His wife was a good wife, taking care of all domestic business, performing excellent sex on bed (or sofa), bearing one child after another (three boys and one girl), quite successful; not to mention brining them up, offering them great education, making them owners of big houses and positions; or passing down her wisdom so that they learned how they could enlarge their family; wearing gray wires doing embroidery nodding under good light counting the numbers So they held a fine funeral when the time came according to the custom, sorrows properly shed upon that reverend woman whose epigraph read "A paragon for her sex." -- Welcome any criticism or discussion. --

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