Hiya. Sorry the ouput's a little slow at the moment, but summer's on its way. Keep on coming with the questions, requests and feedback. Brief departure from the ship here. The song is "I'm Nobody's Mama" sung by Bernadette Peters from "Rita and Runt". Enjoy.
But he's so small. How could I care for him?
Should I care at all?
I could never stand "Help me, Mama. Feed me, Mama.
Need me, Mama. Don't leave me Mama."
It's easy, really - I pretend I don't care. Why kid myself? I hate kids – they cry and scream and fart and shit at the same time - that's just inhuman.
The pathetic thing is I hate it when they laugh the most. It's a lie. The second you part company with the outside world, it's back to hell on earth with no one who understands or just tries to forget.
But he's so tiny. And when they handed him to my oh-so-grateful sister, all I wanted was to shoot her.
Add me to that 1 in 5 statistic.