Chapter 137

"Is it too late, to get one of those birds that don't have to be flow every day?" She asked laughing. "Poor girl." I sighed, as I placed a small mouse-like lure on the bench. "What?" "You have no work ethic. I hope something gives you a rude wakeup call the way I had gotten." I laughed. "What? You mean that little stent from earlier? No, um...I get my way, with everything." She said defensively. "That's not at all what I'm talking about. I'm talking about when I was nine years old and my father was killed before me, when my mother and eldest sister were taken and sold as slaves in this very city. The day when I went hungry for weeks and had to step up and be a man before I even hit puberty. I just find it so funny how your family doesn't get along and take each other for granted when my family was ripped apart. It's so hilarious how you think that your family may be here tomorrow, like tomorrow's guaranteed. For all you know, a berserker can come here in the night and burn us all to th