One Sweet Day Someday

I swear.  There must be a two-year old Mariah Carey living upstairs directly above my head.  Her piercing shriek is three octaves higher than human beings are able to bear.  With the canine population, I am always on high alert when she’s home.

I don’t know if her brothers are teasing this little girl or maybe the girl just gets frustrated with the constant loud drone of techno dance music that her mother plays throughout the day and night.

Or, maybe, it’s just me.  Maybe I’m just too sensitive. Maybe I shouldn’t take naps on the weekend or sleep at night (or at all).  Maybe, I shouldn’t think that a parent should get involved in the affairs of children.  Maybe it’s all me.

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