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Joyce
Morning was the whirlwind it always was. Buffy and Dawn to be gotten up, some dragging involved. The scraps about shower use. A cascade of slamming doors.
Joyce trying to ride herd on them. No, they couldn’t leave the house until they had some orange juice. No, Dawn couldn't eat two bowls of the cereal that was 70% sugar. They weren’t buying that one again.
Someday my girls would marry, produce little mirror images of themselves, thought Joyce. They’ll fight these battles. And I’ll be the good grandmother who serves hot dogs and French fries for breakfast. Circle of life.
Morning was the whirlwind it always was. Buffy and Dawn to be gotten up, some dragging involved. The scraps about shower use. A cascade of slamming doors.
Joyce trying to ride herd on them. No, they couldn’t leave the house until they had some orange juice. No, Dawn couldn't eat two bowls of the cereal that was 70% sugar. They weren’t buying that one again.
Someday my girls would marry, produce little mirror images of themselves, thought Joyce. They’ll fight these battles. And I’ll be the good grandmother who serves hot dogs and French fries for breakfast. Circle of life.