I always used to kid around that I had gotten a head start in life. I had always been the youngest in school (up to high school). I had graduated a year early since I had skipped a grade. I got engaged at the age of 17, married at the age of 18, pregnant at 19, had MAM at the age of 20, pregnant again at 21, had QMM at the age of 22. My 23rd year was a quiet year; pregnant again at the age of 24, and had AMM at the age of 25. We had gotten our first home when I was about 22.
Now I wonder...I buried my boys at the age of 37, which is early also. Maybe, just maybe, I will be lucky enough to die early too, and then I can be with them.
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