The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Not living my life according to some preset, dammit.

Ok, so if my older brother was the conformist, family man, military veteran (ret.) MBA, success, and the second brother was the black sheep/missionary (an interesting combo, I admit) then what role was I supposed to play? Dutiful, long suffering daughter, meek and mild? Wow, did they have me pegged wrong.

Burn all the scripts.

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