Maybe it's something my mommeh has rubbed off on me since she's pretty much a happy person. We may be poor but we are happy was what she told me when times got a little tough. We lost our home, we lived on rice water when i was a kid but we got over that.
Which brings me to the subject of poor. I don't get why this particular person would always throw the word poor at my face at every opportunity when, quite frankly, she's much much more wealthier than I am. Ok, that's monetary wise. But one thing I'm sure of- I'm much richer in my life with love. Love from friends and family.
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