Another year, another birthday approaches. With each passing year, they grow distant to the memory of the little girl that used to sit high upon my shoulders. They could still sit for I could still carry them (with the price of some aches but well worth it) but that is not what they wish for anymore.
Last year it was a watch. This year a cellular phone was the birthday wish. Yes, but only if she comes up with part of the payment. Cellular phones were once regarded a luxury item but in today's rapid developments for both better and worse, it has also become a necessity. So I pay for the necessity, and she pays for the luxury. Fair deal? Nay, I still end up losing. There's still the talk time to pay for.
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Lol... don't be sad... :)
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