Growing up, I was an early bloomer, y'know, a rich kid. In fact my peers used to look forward to me coming out to play, because I owned stuff: the balls, the bikes (BMX) and the toys. No "bobay ride," it was all on me.
Things changed and I became poor. But I didn't complain, and I didn't blame it on anyone, nor did I throw any pity party. I just adapted, held it together, and upped my tenacity to rise from the ashes.
But I guess that's how it is. Sometimes seasons do shift from bloom to gloom. But that too doesn't endure. It's not unlike "cream" that you pour in coffee or tea. It will eventually rise to the top, God willing and the creek don't rise that is.
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