When my brother got the last piece of bacon, what did I say?
When my choice of restaurant was not the final destination, what did I say?
When my youngest brother got have a later curfew that I did at that age, what did I say?
Yep, "That's not FAAAAIIIIIRRRRR."
And what did Dad reply each and every time? "Life isn't fair."
Well, ain't that the truth.
I HATED hearing those words when I was a kid. Absolutly hated them. Life should be fair ~ translate: I should get my way. And those words meant that I was not, under any circumstances, getting my way. Frustrating, yet probably one of the soundest pieces of truth ever received. (once I decided to receive it)
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