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Mar 2018
It is time to go home
But I do not know who will be greeting me at the door tonight
It is always something different, 7 days a week
On Monday, he comes home overworked and vents about work
On Tuesday he stays home and sulks and because my mom stays with us for the night every week, after dad passed away not too long ago
On Wednesday he comes exhausted from night school and does not fall asleep before one
On Thursday, He sits in his favorite chair, red faced and wild eyed because baby sitting a six year old
It is his son as well!
On Friday, he is Friday he is crabby because he has been fasting all day
On Saturday, he is not home, because he out for a night of fun, gossiping, and backbiting
On Sunday, He is home asleep before I even get there

Its a lot of work being a ****!
Ana Habib
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Ana Habib  28/F/Montreal, Qc
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