Disclaimer: I'm a woman, so if you disregard female posts by default, I'd be thankful if you skip this.
I was a lonely girl in my childhood. My parents were awesome and loving, I spent half of my time on my father's shoulders, and half in my mother's hugs. I had two pairs of grandparents who adored me. But I needed more. A child like me could not be happy without other children around. My maternal instinct was already developed, and I wanted a baby to "take care of". I pleaded and begged for a little baby brother. I was seven when my brother was born, and he was a dream come true. I sang to him, made up games and plush tiger theater for him, loved him to bits, and, 18 years later, my feelings are as strong as ever. I share my blood with him, and I spill my blood for him.
I shielded him from parental wrath and I am still the one he runs to if shit goes down. So, I was the first one to receive the honor of meeting his first flame.
She was tall, thin, pretty face, huge cherry eyes, and a warm smile. She was friendly, but respectful towards me. She even excused herself when her phone rang (I'm sorry, my stupid mom won't stop till I pick it up).
I invited her home (my husband was out of town) to have some nice woman to woman chat with her. I asked her if she could help me buy some stuff, because I wasn't prepared for guests. She carried half the bags, and she even paid the bills:
- Hello, miss!... Is this all?... Anything else?... That would be 30.26... Thank you very much, have a nice day, bye!
We even went to the local pharmacy to pick up some throat medicine for me. She chatted cheerfully, ever so polite, and even ordered my pills for me:
- Hello, miss! How may I help?
- One Tyrcin.
- Yes, of course! Is that all?... That would be 7.85. Thank you, here's your change. Have a pleasant evening, bye!
She carried the stuff to my apartment, when we chatted idly for a while. After we finished, she expressed her gratitude for my invitation, kissed me on both cheeks, gave me a bye and ran to the bus.
later that evening, my brother called:
- What do you think?
- Dump her.
He did.
