One would think that with two children to think and worry about, where would I get the time to be depressed...but I am...incredibly depressed. Today I even forced Anuj to come back home in the middle of the day.
What the hell is happening with our lives? With my life? Sometimes things are so lucid...and I really do think...'I don't care'...but then...am losing interest in most things including cooking
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
New househelp - ex already!
Well, I had kind of anticipated this....someone with no experience at all, asking for Rs 6000/- and a talker!!!
A story for everything and everything a tall one, it just wasn't fated to last. And maybe now I don't want then to last either. If it was my house, my rules, it would've been different. But now, in this setup, not possible.
A story for everything and everything a tall one, it just wasn't fated to last. And maybe now I don't want then to last either. If it was my house, my rules, it would've been different. But now, in this setup, not possible.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Kabir's B'Day!
The preparations are in full swing...
When I started writing, it was still not Kabir's birthday, and now it's been 10 days up. It was a rocking party with mostly everyone turning up- some on time, some later, much later. I slogged to get the theme ready- spiderman. I slogged to get the food ready- mini pizzas, baby idlis, chicken kebab rolls, paneer rolls, chips, popcorn, french fries, cake. I slogged to get the return gifts, the guest list finalised. I didn't do anything for the decor, the entire credit for which goes to Anuj, who managed to make some fabulous spider webs as well.
There was a bouncy as opposed to all we believe, but which Kabir thoroughly enjoyed jumping on- after all it was in his house!!!
The gifts were fabulous- great books, some clothes and some cool Ben 10 glasses.
And if I wasn't so tired, I would write a little more but my mind is full of other things- more house crap. I am just happy that K had a swinging time!!!
When I started writing, it was still not Kabir's birthday, and now it's been 10 days up. It was a rocking party with mostly everyone turning up- some on time, some later, much later. I slogged to get the theme ready- spiderman. I slogged to get the food ready- mini pizzas, baby idlis, chicken kebab rolls, paneer rolls, chips, popcorn, french fries, cake. I slogged to get the return gifts, the guest list finalised. I didn't do anything for the decor, the entire credit for which goes to Anuj, who managed to make some fabulous spider webs as well.
There was a bouncy as opposed to all we believe, but which Kabir thoroughly enjoyed jumping on- after all it was in his house!!!
The gifts were fabulous- great books, some clothes and some cool Ben 10 glasses.
And if I wasn't so tired, I would write a little more but my mind is full of other things- more house crap. I am just happy that K had a swinging time!!!
Monday, February 8, 2010
A Lesson in Cooking!!!
Sitting at a cafe with my husband, I came across this advert in the Times of India asking people to text in if they wanted cooking lessons in popular restaurants. I did. I forgot I did. I got a call. My husband came back home early. I went. I came back, feeling quite disappointed. The weather had been great, just perfect i fact for a seance outdoors. The arrangements had been great, the chef quite 'pleasant' as my neighbour described him. Then why this feeling of having wasted my time?
The restaurant in question was Sevilla at the Claridges. The chef was the corporate chef, whatever that means and the audience was truly a melange of odd people. I never knew people actually went to these kind of do's, and that too old kind of people, people who look like my mother and people like the auntyji from amar colony. It was a classroom all over again, with a really eager student laughing at all jokes and one liners- her jokes and one liners; I am going to have nightmares about her!
They distributed the recipes for four 'tapas', tapas are starters as the chef took great care in pointing put for the umpteenth time. The chef started to speak and almost immediately was asked to shout- the noise from the street was drowning everything out. Then the long wait for the loudspeaker- 30 minutes, and then finally...oof. (I even had a serving person, sniff at my tea with lemon and milk- lemon and milk he asked? Is this your tea- I answered.)
So the chef started, he really answered everything good naturedly, and showed everyone how to make seafood paella and three other dishes- I forget their names. But it was disappointing on a number of counts-
The restaurant in question was Sevilla at the Claridges. The chef was the corporate chef, whatever that means and the audience was truly a melange of odd people. I never knew people actually went to these kind of do's, and that too old kind of people, people who look like my mother and people like the auntyji from amar colony. It was a classroom all over again, with a really eager student laughing at all jokes and one liners- her jokes and one liners; I am going to have nightmares about her!
They distributed the recipes for four 'tapas', tapas are starters as the chef took great care in pointing put for the umpteenth time. The chef started to speak and almost immediately was asked to shout- the noise from the street was drowning everything out. Then the long wait for the loudspeaker- 30 minutes, and then finally...oof. (I even had a serving person, sniff at my tea with lemon and milk- lemon and milk he asked? Is this your tea- I answered.)
So the chef started, he really answered everything good naturedly, and showed everyone how to make seafood paella and three other dishes- I forget their names. But it was disappointing on a number of counts-
- I didn't get to taste what he made
- I didn't get to make what he made
- He didn't give local substitutes- maybe there aren't any and he's not Sanjeev Kapoor ( I do believe this is Sanjeev K's forte)
- I don't like Tapas, Mashrabiya with its Moroccan/Lebanese cuisine would've been better.
But I loved it that my husband came back early and gave me this chance to get a hold on myself, on my sanity and do this just for me. He's a great one for insights I've realised- Mala, he said, think of it as a movie. At least you went. Next time don't sit on the side and watch others play tennis (that's his favourite sport), play yourself!!!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Grilled Veges with mozzarella and chicken loaf slices
That was for dinner yesterday- marinated all this with lots of olive oil, lemon juice, salt, oregano and some more (can't remember what), and then grilled it for about 30 minutes. Yummmmmmy!!!
Bunked this all in a ciabatta, along with mozzarella slices (anuj with chicken loaf slices) and the result was magical. The best compliment from Kabir- Ma you cook like the TV and then a magazine, he said pointing to a copy of the french cote sud!!!
Bunked this all in a ciabatta, along with mozzarella slices (anuj with chicken loaf slices) and the result was magical. The best compliment from Kabir- Ma you cook like the TV and then a magazine, he said pointing to a copy of the french cote sud!!!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Grilled chicken salad
That's what I gave Anuj for lunch today. I am truly very proud of this recipe that's mine.
Marinate a chicken breast with herbs easily available in the house- rosemary, oregano, lemon zest, olive oil and bunk some veges like thin strips of coloured peppers, olives, red onions, stalks of the green onions, mushrooms if u want to!
Grill the same- all carefully wrapped in aluminium foil, in a preheated oven for about 30 minutes.
In a bowl, break off some lettuce leaves, some iceberg leaves and mix with some cherry tomatoes (if not regular ones will do as well), some chunks of cucumber. When the grilled treasure is cool, mix it all together, tearing off the chicken breast into small pieces. Be sure to pour all the juices in- they are excellent to dip your bread in to eat. You can also put in a dash of balsamic vinegar or some light soy sauce. Mix it all together- this will keep for a day. Ideally make it the day before to let the juices permeate everything :-)
Marinate a chicken breast with herbs easily available in the house- rosemary, oregano, lemon zest, olive oil and bunk some veges like thin strips of coloured peppers, olives, red onions, stalks of the green onions, mushrooms if u want to!
Grill the same- all carefully wrapped in aluminium foil, in a preheated oven for about 30 minutes.
In a bowl, break off some lettuce leaves, some iceberg leaves and mix with some cherry tomatoes (if not regular ones will do as well), some chunks of cucumber. When the grilled treasure is cool, mix it all together, tearing off the chicken breast into small pieces. Be sure to pour all the juices in- they are excellent to dip your bread in to eat. You can also put in a dash of balsamic vinegar or some light soy sauce. Mix it all together- this will keep for a day. Ideally make it the day before to let the juices permeate everything :-)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
K's admission- FINALLY!!!!!!!!!
Well...WE ARE IN...THANK YOU GOD...out of the nine schools we had applied for, we made it to one and a half. One- Junior Modern, half- wait listed with Vasant Valley.
The lists were due to be out on the first of Feb and Vasant Valley duly released its list midnight, throwing me into a paroxysm of grief and fear. Grief, as we were wait listed, and fear, that we wouldn't make it anywhere else like last year. And it would've been the case, had we not made it to Junior Modern. I sympathise and empathise from the bottom of my heart with parents who still have to think about admissions next year as it could very easily have been us. We have been saved, but many haven't.
And we all have this completely idiotic system of school entry to blame. With every thing that happens in this country, we collectively prove that we are a nation of morons. The current system of school admissions was introduced to spare the poor toddlers the trauma of going through 'interviews'. So far, so very good. Now the moronic bit- how do u decide that this lot of parents make it and the other set does not? You introduce the point system and give the schools a free hand in deciding their own criteria for awarding points. So one school will give points for multi-cultural marriages of parents (we proudly fill in our details- still not even a call for interaction :-( ), the other school will be asking for your religious beliefs. And of course, as nothing in Delhi happens without contacts, you have to know the right people to make it anywhere- we are the freaks who along with some other freaks made it without knowing the 'right' ones!!
After having put a neighbourhood policy for schools, all it lacks for the government is to enforce it. And if the good schools all happen to be in one locality, we have parents giving in forged certificates for residence, forged certificates proving they belong to the economically weaker section (so what if the women are all Gucci toting dyed auburn haired Toyota driving babes), their children will make it to the right schools. And you can't blame the poor fathers for suddenly making it big from the supposed 60000 a year income that they have sworn to!
The Sriram school had a huge group discussion for parents- we flunked it- we must have! This school which promotes a no pressure policy and has a great feel about it, has the biggest quota for management that I've seen so far. So 5 parents I know made it to the school through this quota- two know someone in the management, the other two are expat couples who I seriously doubt know anyone anywhere. And they are on a short stay here. So on what basis have they been awarded seats for two years which could have gone to deserving Indian children, for whom it's a matter of the next twelve years.
So let me also talk a bit about the school we wanted Kabir to get into- Sardar Patel Vidyalaya. Anuj and I love the philosophy promoted by the school- of making well rounded individuals rather than machines. So when we weren't even called for an interview, even though we stay 1.8 kms precisely from the school, we went and met the principal. A very jovial lady, who I now firmly believe got totally pissed off that her school also has a price tag (me and my big mouth- mentioned that I had just the previous day seen a rate card for schools and her school also was on it and that we weren't the kind of parents who would pay up even if we had the money or know how to...long story short- I do believe now she thought I was bribing her !!!!!! I wouldn't even know how to..) everyone who knows me thinks I am too direct, and now I think I have the proof. Please forgive me Kabir if you weren't offered a fair chance for this school.
So we wanted her to know how sincere we were- we are not running scared of the first five years of hindi medium education, and we loved what they seem to be promoting with their method. But in our effort to prove our sincerity- my husband and I tried to meet her many times, we called- many times, we sent mails and couriers- all detailing the ways in which we as parents could contribute to the school, how much we loved it etc etc etc. All of it , contrary to popular belief, came to naught. The haughty lady, I do think believes those in 'rich' residential areas are just not worth the effort! Talk about inverse snobbery.
Well, I have been going on and on, still crossing my fingers that my son makes it to Vasant Valley.
p.s..a big well done to the website www.nurseryadmissions.com ..check it out
The lists were due to be out on the first of Feb and Vasant Valley duly released its list midnight, throwing me into a paroxysm of grief and fear. Grief, as we were wait listed, and fear, that we wouldn't make it anywhere else like last year. And it would've been the case, had we not made it to Junior Modern. I sympathise and empathise from the bottom of my heart with parents who still have to think about admissions next year as it could very easily have been us. We have been saved, but many haven't.
And we all have this completely idiotic system of school entry to blame. With every thing that happens in this country, we collectively prove that we are a nation of morons. The current system of school admissions was introduced to spare the poor toddlers the trauma of going through 'interviews'. So far, so very good. Now the moronic bit- how do u decide that this lot of parents make it and the other set does not? You introduce the point system and give the schools a free hand in deciding their own criteria for awarding points. So one school will give points for multi-cultural marriages of parents (we proudly fill in our details- still not even a call for interaction :-( ), the other school will be asking for your religious beliefs. And of course, as nothing in Delhi happens without contacts, you have to know the right people to make it anywhere- we are the freaks who along with some other freaks made it without knowing the 'right' ones!!
After having put a neighbourhood policy for schools, all it lacks for the government is to enforce it. And if the good schools all happen to be in one locality, we have parents giving in forged certificates for residence, forged certificates proving they belong to the economically weaker section (so what if the women are all Gucci toting dyed auburn haired Toyota driving babes), their children will make it to the right schools. And you can't blame the poor fathers for suddenly making it big from the supposed 60000 a year income that they have sworn to!
The Sriram school had a huge group discussion for parents- we flunked it- we must have! This school which promotes a no pressure policy and has a great feel about it, has the biggest quota for management that I've seen so far. So 5 parents I know made it to the school through this quota- two know someone in the management, the other two are expat couples who I seriously doubt know anyone anywhere. And they are on a short stay here. So on what basis have they been awarded seats for two years which could have gone to deserving Indian children, for whom it's a matter of the next twelve years.
So let me also talk a bit about the school we wanted Kabir to get into- Sardar Patel Vidyalaya. Anuj and I love the philosophy promoted by the school- of making well rounded individuals rather than machines. So when we weren't even called for an interview, even though we stay 1.8 kms precisely from the school, we went and met the principal. A very jovial lady, who I now firmly believe got totally pissed off that her school also has a price tag (me and my big mouth- mentioned that I had just the previous day seen a rate card for schools and her school also was on it and that we weren't the kind of parents who would pay up even if we had the money or know how to...long story short- I do believe now she thought I was bribing her !!!!!! I wouldn't even know how to..) everyone who knows me thinks I am too direct, and now I think I have the proof. Please forgive me Kabir if you weren't offered a fair chance for this school.
So we wanted her to know how sincere we were- we are not running scared of the first five years of hindi medium education, and we loved what they seem to be promoting with their method. But in our effort to prove our sincerity- my husband and I tried to meet her many times, we called- many times, we sent mails and couriers- all detailing the ways in which we as parents could contribute to the school, how much we loved it etc etc etc. All of it , contrary to popular belief, came to naught. The haughty lady, I do think believes those in 'rich' residential areas are just not worth the effort! Talk about inverse snobbery.
Well, I have been going on and on, still crossing my fingers that my son makes it to Vasant Valley.
p.s..a big well done to the website www.nurseryadmissions.com ..check it out
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Abeer's first film and more!!
Well this weekend was certainly an action packed one and in a more or less good way!! Having spent all of Friday evening in deciding what to do, which show of which film to go for...we switched to Anuj going for K's birthday party shopping and finally settled on having lunch at Sagar (idli-dosa) and going t Qutb Minar. Kabir had made a Q M in school, so like all good parents- I'm sorry great parents , it was only right that we took him to see the real deal.
And having forgotten that it was a Saturday, we had also forgotten how crowded it could be and was owing to the weekend school crowds. And of course, this being India, one can't expect even the least bit of organisation- school children were running to get in, with teachers having no control- recipe for stampede- i really shudder to think what can happen!
Anyway, rejecting our first impulse that of turning the car around and running away, we managed to struggle in, promptly to be accosted (and this happens very very often these days) by a woman carrying a small girl. Now this woman in question is trying to force her little girl to shake hands with our barely-six-month-old-just-recovered-from-a-long-illness-boy, and mercifully the girl declines. But of course the mother does not give up, she then urges her daughter to touch the baby all over his face, to which I have a horrified NO- please don't touch my baby- he has a bad rash on his face!! And the mother promptly, hurt because of my rude behaviour, walks off.
What is it about us, that makes us genetically insensitive as a race? Why can't we understand that there is personal space allotted to each individual that is not meant to be breached? Why is all idiotic behaviour cloaked by 'well wishes'? Anyway that had kept me occupied- fuming that is, for most part of our visit which lasted all of fifteen minutes.
Ad then we went for 3 Idiots- the new Amir Khan starrer this morning. It's a fabulous movie, with Amir K giving a stellar performance. Didn't really expect this kind of a film from Vidhu Chopra- maker of 1942 a love story. The film was enjoyable most of its 2 and 1/2 hours or so...it does drag a bit in parts and improbable where they show amir k delivering the opponent's (the director of his college) grandson...but what the hell- it is an Indian film!!!
Since it was a big mental see-saw on whether to take Abeer or not, a big thanks to him, for sleeping through most of the film...well done and of course, we finished it off with a great lunch at the Newscafe...
All in all, not a bad weekend, now the week starts again. In this week- the world book fair, the suraj kund mela, kabir birthday planning and most importantly- K's school admission lists which come out tomorrow.
And having forgotten that it was a Saturday, we had also forgotten how crowded it could be and was owing to the weekend school crowds. And of course, this being India, one can't expect even the least bit of organisation- school children were running to get in, with teachers having no control- recipe for stampede- i really shudder to think what can happen!
Anyway, rejecting our first impulse that of turning the car around and running away, we managed to struggle in, promptly to be accosted (and this happens very very often these days) by a woman carrying a small girl. Now this woman in question is trying to force her little girl to shake hands with our barely-six-month-old-just-recovered-from-a-long-illness-boy, and mercifully the girl declines. But of course the mother does not give up, she then urges her daughter to touch the baby all over his face, to which I have a horrified NO- please don't touch my baby- he has a bad rash on his face!! And the mother promptly, hurt because of my rude behaviour, walks off.
What is it about us, that makes us genetically insensitive as a race? Why can't we understand that there is personal space allotted to each individual that is not meant to be breached? Why is all idiotic behaviour cloaked by 'well wishes'? Anyway that had kept me occupied- fuming that is, for most part of our visit which lasted all of fifteen minutes.
Ad then we went for 3 Idiots- the new Amir Khan starrer this morning. It's a fabulous movie, with Amir K giving a stellar performance. Didn't really expect this kind of a film from Vidhu Chopra- maker of 1942 a love story. The film was enjoyable most of its 2 and 1/2 hours or so...it does drag a bit in parts and improbable where they show amir k delivering the opponent's (the director of his college) grandson...but what the hell- it is an Indian film!!!
Since it was a big mental see-saw on whether to take Abeer or not, a big thanks to him, for sleeping through most of the film...well done and of course, we finished it off with a great lunch at the Newscafe...
All in all, not a bad weekend, now the week starts again. In this week- the world book fair, the suraj kund mela, kabir birthday planning and most importantly- K's school admission lists which come out tomorrow.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Birthday party themes...
my husband made me delete this post...he made me go forward and back...not sexually just the button on my laptop and he thinks he's so cool :-(
So my initial post was all about planning for K's birthday party or rather the lack of it...Am normally so organized, this time just have nothing...not even a theme...his admission lists are looming large just two more days to go and then we get to know which school he gets into...please God, he's a good boy...
So my initial post was all about planning for K's birthday party or rather the lack of it...Am normally so organized, this time just have nothing...not even a theme...his admission lists are looming large just two more days to go and then we get to know which school he gets into...please God, he's a good boy...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Curing Salmon
Anuj says he's going to get me my very own web space- to write about my recipes...till then...
I finally managed to cure the salmon- which was cured mostly. Mostly, because I left the sides a bit salt less so they remained a bit 'cured-less'. And then Anuj had this brilliant idea to grill it salt and all- result- fabulous grilled semi cured salmon!!!
Write back for the recipe :-)
I finally managed to cure the salmon- which was cured mostly. Mostly, because I left the sides a bit salt less so they remained a bit 'cured-less'. And then Anuj had this brilliant idea to grill it salt and all- result- fabulous grilled semi cured salmon!!!
Write back for the recipe :-)
Roadside Romeo...woof woof
Well with this animation film, we have proved without any speck of doubt that we are morons- I wish the maker of this Yashraj film for children - Jugal Hansraj, is listening.
Anyone who sees this film (I had to because of my four year old) and doesn't know what I'm talking about- this one is not for you.
It is not a cute animated film about dogs for the kiddos (no- leave that to Hollywood to make fabulously funny flicks like 101 dalmatians etc), we have to make our poor 'galli-ke-kutte' also talk like, well our filmi 'galli-ke-kutte'!!! The film is a love story between Saif (who voices for the part like Saif) and Kareena (who tries to voice like a sexy bitch- pardon the pun- and fails miserably, probably because her voice stands unaided by her on screen 'beauty'). There is also the mafioso ' charlie anna' played by the ever so talented Javed Jaffrey - the only grace of this otherwise miserably made movie. No confusion here- it is a c grade Hindi film, with a fallen from grace spoilt dog learning to be street smart falling in love with the Don's love promising to get him the girl saving the don and being given the girl- please excuse I can't be bothered with exclamation marks.
And just one more thing please don't expect decent language just because this film is aimed for children- pee, shut up, idiot, sasur ka nati and all the epithets that are omnipresent in a film set in mumbai meri jaan are right here!!!
I really didn't want to spend more than 10 minutes warning other poor souls and that time's up. Enough time wasted seeing the film as it is!!!
Anyone who sees this film (I had to because of my four year old) and doesn't know what I'm talking about- this one is not for you.
It is not a cute animated film about dogs for the kiddos (no- leave that to Hollywood to make fabulously funny flicks like 101 dalmatians etc), we have to make our poor 'galli-ke-kutte' also talk like, well our filmi 'galli-ke-kutte'!!! The film is a love story between Saif (who voices for the part like Saif) and Kareena (who tries to voice like a sexy bitch- pardon the pun- and fails miserably, probably because her voice stands unaided by her on screen 'beauty'). There is also the mafioso ' charlie anna' played by the ever so talented Javed Jaffrey - the only grace of this otherwise miserably made movie. No confusion here- it is a c grade Hindi film, with a fallen from grace spoilt dog learning to be street smart falling in love with the Don's love promising to get him the girl saving the don and being given the girl- please excuse I can't be bothered with exclamation marks.
And just one more thing please don't expect decent language just because this film is aimed for children- pee, shut up, idiot, sasur ka nati and all the epithets that are omnipresent in a film set in mumbai meri jaan are right here!!!
I really didn't want to spend more than 10 minutes warning other poor souls and that time's up. Enough time wasted seeing the film as it is!!!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Retail Therapy :-)
And I did it again...went to the mall and spent a bomb a mothercare, buying things which are two seasons too big for both my boys. Reason for this madness- huge sale, or part of it was on huge sale. Result: lots of money spent, satisfaction of not having to spend full money or the tension of not looking out for Kabir's clothes...patch up with hubby dear...all for a good cause :-)
And as for the cooking thing...nothing today, am looking for mackerel recipes though!!!
And as for the cooking thing...nothing today, am looking for mackerel recipes though!!!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Food blogging :-)
By the way, according to my new resolve, am going to try and write about the food I make or the lunches I arrange for Anuj...tomorrow it's plain aloo sabzi with chapatis.
I think the salmon has been successfully cured!
I think the salmon has been successfully cured!
Preschooler's Birthday Party
Today I went with my nearly-four-year-old son to one of his friend's birthday party. Considering the fact that we'd been there the last time as well; we knew just what to expect...big party in a sprawling mansion...2000 balloons, fancy gifts etc. And so it was bigger and better, if a little sombre *(if that's possible)...the theme- Alexander McQueen (no not the designer, the car).
Everything is Lightening McQueen including the bouncy castle and the return gifts must be more than what we gave the poor birthday boy! (by the way what the hell do u give a super rich boy who has everything?)
So Kabir goes on to have a great time except for the hunger- he's just not used to eating late; well at least late by my standards. How cool can a party be if most of the snacks being served are clearly 'adult' in their nature? Or if the cake takes forever to be cut or the food is nowhere to be seen? (Well it was great when it was seen finally, with different dishes for children) What do you say when your son who's just not used to soft fizzy drinks, asks for juice?
Well I'm not being mean, especially as this little boy's mum happens to be a real sweet girl. But it's just a difference in sensibilities, where we make sure at a children's party, it is indeed the kids who come first!
*though not a reason for the sobriety, I got to know later the mother had just remarried, literally a couple of days earlier; recovering from a terrible divorce from an alcoholic physically abusive husband! And if educated girls with super strong parent support take this kind of abuse from their husbands, what do the less privileged ones do?
Everything is Lightening McQueen including the bouncy castle and the return gifts must be more than what we gave the poor birthday boy! (by the way what the hell do u give a super rich boy who has everything?)
So Kabir goes on to have a great time except for the hunger- he's just not used to eating late; well at least late by my standards. How cool can a party be if most of the snacks being served are clearly 'adult' in their nature? Or if the cake takes forever to be cut or the food is nowhere to be seen? (Well it was great when it was seen finally, with different dishes for children) What do you say when your son who's just not used to soft fizzy drinks, asks for juice?
Well I'm not being mean, especially as this little boy's mum happens to be a real sweet girl. But it's just a difference in sensibilities, where we make sure at a children's party, it is indeed the kids who come first!
*though not a reason for the sobriety, I got to know later the mother had just remarried, literally a couple of days earlier; recovering from a terrible divorce from an alcoholic physically abusive husband! And if educated girls with super strong parent support take this kind of abuse from their husbands, what do the less privileged ones do?
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