"Dad." Murmured the little boy. "You told me that you won't survive until your next chemo treatment and that I'm the man of the house now... I don't think I can take that pressure, why can't Mommy be the Man of the House?"
His father, lying weak on the bed, puts his hand on the boy's shoulder and replies: "Because son, you're nine years old now, and your maleness outranks the experience of your thirty-seven year old mother, as well as your seventeen year old sister."
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I can't tell if I'm just being satiric here, or actually tragic. -Monos DOA
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