As if you haven't figured it out, Fiorella has been crying a lot lately. It's the loneliness, the pressure of the move, and the scary idiocy in DC. It all came together in a perfect storm yesterday when she had to navigate hell in order to prepare a gift for Elder Son in Minnesota (which he may or may not appreciate), haul another delivery of cardboard boxes inside, and keep up with all her other responsibilities. Then, in the evening, she couldn't find a decent TV show to watch, or even her old fall-back, the country-western music advertisements.
She cried a while, then started writing down how she felt. A few accidental rhymes fell into place, which encouraged her to find more, which led to comments. Maybe she couldn't talk to anyone face-to-face, but she could talk to her computer, which absorbs everything she has to say and never lectures her for being too sensitive or dramatic. So--here goes:
I live in fear/ I live in sorrow/ What will my life be like/ On the morrow?
I automatically step away/From people I would gladly greet/Any other day
Fiorella doesn't have as much money as people think, and for the sake of her children, she is a miser.
Fio, who likes people, always tries to do the right thing, the compassionate thing, which sometimes turnes out to be the wrong thing.
Fiorella absorbs everything, but sometimes the best thing your girl can do is remain silent.
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