Shut up this stupid b*tch of a neighbor who lives down the street. Last night, my brothers (13 and 10, little theatre children) were at the park, and my neighbor's daughter and her friends were making fun of them before running off. Today, all my mother did was ask the daughter not to make fun of them again, and the girl went off.
Apparently, she ran off to cry to her mother, saying that mine yelled at her (You need to know my mother, not a yeller at all. She's a volunteer who loves children, and NEVER raises her voice to other children, and barely at us). The lard then wobbled up to my door, rang the doorbell, and started yelling at my mother, saying "never to talk to her daughter that way again, NEVER make her cry!" She then denied that her daughter was the the playground the day before, only to say she was being chased by two boys! Among the insults that started to fly was insulting her parenting, calling her a yapping, biting chiwawa (we are Ecuadorian), and other beautiful words.
Dear stupid b*tch, SHUT UP!
"He found something that he wanted, had always wanted and always would want— not to be admired, as he had feared; not to be loved, as he had made himself believe; but to be necessary to people, to be indispensable."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald's This Side of Paradise
