I glanced at my little sister as she left out of the front door and began to think. It is something when we are/were small little children. Some children do not have to work for any reason at all, until they grow up.
Others have to work from childhood all the way up through adulthood until they die. For some of us, we looked forward towards growing up. Some of us have to work hard during our lifetime. Some of us do not.
Hopefully, my sister gets a great husband as soon as possible. Someone who will love her, take care of her, so she will not have to work at all.
Just reflecting. Just reflecting.