I remember the day
I told my parents about Joan
it was the first time
I ask for money
for something that was not food....
you'll see climbing a wall was not cheap!
"So you want $5 for climbing a wall"
asked my dad, sipping his tea.
"But you hate heights"
Said my mom
the smell of fresh baked cookies
filled the house
"He is doing it because of a girl"
My sister blurts out...
that woman is a traitor
Nor or less after three hours
of constant teasing and hard interrogation...
(ok maybe it was like 5 min)
I got $10.... to be a 'gentleman'
"Now I want to meet this young lady"
"She is not a lady mom"
I said rolling my eyes
"She is a candy thief"