Parents tell their children, when they become teenagers and adults: I fed you, I clothed you, I washed you and changed your diapers. Did that give me some claim on you? Apparently not. But, carrying your shit and piss, some enzyme you secreted crawled up my nose and into my blood and told me I am yours, love me.
What else could I have done?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
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