I am a plant. The people in my house never water me...I am slowly shriveling up and dying, all of the moisture is being sucked out of my leaves by this scorching sun. My leaves are turning brown and crinkly. I don't think I can keep fighting much longer...my only hope is to wait until the one man who waters me normally comes back from his trip...
I couldn't think about much to say about the coronavirus, but maybe that says something. My mother appears to think this is some important, monumental change that is shaking the foundation on which my life is built. But it isn't. Maybe it is for her, or other people, but not for me. Maybe I'm just a kid who doesn't understand what's happening, and why it's important. That could be partly true. I'm not a toddler, and can comprehend most things around me, but I haven't been around for that long in comparison to others. Maybe I can't understand that this is a crazy change that should shake the foundation on which my life is built. But is that such a bad thing? I have a theory, that since as kids, we are shaken up so much, we can roll with things as they come up more than others who who have settled down into a solid routine, which is part of a never-changing life plan. Personally, I have no idea what's going on ever. Basic...
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