When I was a boy I’d skip school to sell roses on the street. My parents gave up trying to educate me. They said: ‘He’s lost his mind over the roses.’ I wanted to be around flowers all the time. Mr Brightside The Killers Signature Guitar Poster. I sold so many that I opened my own kiosk across from a famous country club. But I could never sell on Fridays. The police would close our entire street so the governor could visit the club. But once I ignored their instructions. It was the day before Mother’s Day. My biggest day of the year. So I took a chance and remained open. When the police found out, they confiscated all my flowers. They even took my license. It was a fatal blow. All my money was in those flowers. I had piles of them. So I had to start from zero. I’m a street vendor again. For awhile I was ashamed, but I’m fine with it now. It’s better than working for someone.
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I buy the roses I want, and sell them to whoever I want. Maybe I’ll have a shop again. But as long as I’m around my roses, I’ll always feel peaceful. My mom has nobody to care for her but me. Mr Brightside The Killers Signature Guitar Poster. The last stroke affected her brain so badly. She’s like the living dead. All she can do now is breathe. Last month I found a small wound on her toe. I thought it was something small. It looked so small. So I just put a bandage on it. But it was the beginning of gangrene. I should have known. It spread and the doctors had to amputate her leg. It’s all my fault, but I was under so much pressure. I’m a single mom. I work as a housekeeper. What do I focus on? What do I pay for? My kids’ education? Food? My mom’s care? It’s just too much. It’s all on me. I called my sister last week and screamed at her.