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Wednesday, September the 27th, 2006

My brother hasn’t been home in a few days.
He’s been living at a friend’s place.
“I’m helping him cope with his loss,” he says,
“of a little sister who was with him always.”

She was barely sixteen. She took her own life.

No matter how much I crib, I have to admit I’m pretty darn lucky. There is something to be said for being born a male in a male-dominated world. There is something to be said for being born in a generation where technology doesn’t scare me—but it doesn’t engulf and dumb me either. There is something to be said for being born in a culture where I’m allowed to find my own mate, but can also crawl back home with my tail between my legs and have one summoned for me.

There is a lot to be said for not having the media get to me.

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3 Responses to “Under a lucky star”

  1. J says:

    That sounds like my niece.
    She was barely sixteen.
    She took her own life.
    And her brother is inconsolable.

  2. pundit says:

    J: Sigh. I am beginning to realise that the world is a lot more cruel than I thought it to be.


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