2 months later
My role in the birth of my sisters child is irrelevant. I am not like her grand parents. Her grand parents are like legion leaders; leading from the front. They are the ones asleep in the arm-chair of the waiting room, hoping for news; whereas I am simply her brother. My roles is waiting in the wings for the lime light to fade; those are the rules and they have always been the rules.
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Short Storya father tires to understand life, now that his daughter is walking down the aisle
