For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to play the saxophone. The thing was, you had to rent them from the school and they were rather expensive. So, I sat back and watched other kids play, just listening to the sounds they made. I loved it!
This was all okay with me. We were an average income family, 3 kids, my dad worked, my mom was a stay at home mom; they had a limited income. I get it.
So why then, did my brother get a $1,000 drum set? I’ll tell you why. He was the only boy, and he showed potential. My dad used to follow my blog, knowing full well that writing was my passion. He admits he doesn’t follow it anymore.
And do you know, my parents and both siblings STILL want to know what the hell’s wrong with me? What’s my problem? Why am I so angry and bitter? Well, take a look back. Life was awesome for all of you, but for me, being the youngest, I clearly got the shit end of the stick.
Now, I’m out on my own, I’m a single mom, I could probably afford a saxophone and some lessons, but my bitterness has left me uninterested. AWESOME.