Consequences

Sometimes I dream, will meet the girl I want to marry.

I fantasize of our dinner dates, Valentines and photo shoot. The likes and reactions we would be counting as people tag our faces.

I also imagine the ideal set up drama for the proposal. How she would shed tears and wrap me around her arms, screaming 'yeees!' as she lifts me from my bent knee.

Then shall we have the thrill of all the events leading to our day. A beautiful story. 

After the wedding, comes the marriage. Later the gift that comes with its own plate to dine with us. 

I project thoughts of our child coming in between us and the temptation to play favorites.

Then my child will ask me, "Dad, why are we poor?"


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