The subtle and not-so-subtle ironies of life are astounding. Again come those days of navigating family foes and friends. This time naturally, the foes win out. There is some inane solace in discovering that I am the unequivoval black sheep of two distinctly different families.
On the day, when families get together, mine contrive ways to get away...appropriate, in some manner of speaking. However, this wonderful Eid day is different. I find myself, seeking solace with my past. Solace and a form of terse settlement. I am hailed forth, called into convalescence by familial foes, as familial friends become thus.
My father's clan now welcome me, as the one I live in churns.
Such is life.
Bo hoo Black sheep
Have you been a fool?
Yes Sir, yes sir
Twice out-done in the same pool
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