My life is safe, predictable and controlled, and always in order. I like it this way most of the time. It's not that I am not jealous of her because she kissed Del Vecchio first (well, maybe a little), but because she lives intensely.
I got rid of my thoughts, the ones I had most recently as the birthday approached. If there's one thing I should have learned, it's that life is short and I need to really live it, not stay in my safe corner while it passes by. I get out of my thoughts and focus on work in the moment.
— Boys! I shout over the cacophony of chaos. — It's time for you to finish your homework. — I hear groans coming from several rooms as I say the dreaded “D” word. Six boys, ranging from eight to 15 years old, sullenly walk towards the table, mumbling as they go.
I look over t
