Decisions Decisions

Mama said she didn't want to work. Daddy cleared his throat. He said, "Come with me." They went to a nice little one bedroom apartment that was a bit humid from the heat of summer. It had hardwood floors and old windows with the wooden panes painted over and bricks outside the windows to hold  air conditioning units. Daddy said, "This is where we'll live if you don't work." Then Daddy took Mama to another apartment. This apartment was donned in plush wall to wall carpeting, the cool breeze of central air welcomed them, and just outside of the dining room was a sweet little balcony. Daddy said, "This is where we'll live if you do work."

That was when I was just a little person. My parents were beginning their career and they had to think about a family but that was the choice my mother had to make. The outcome? Let's just say I can't remember a thing about that plush carpet, the central air or the view from the balcony.