I surmised that, at least, this winter's zephyr would remind you to get in touch with your decrepit old parents but again you remained stiff-necked not to contact us. You promised us a phone call everyday, before you left for your sojourn in Europe. Yet, this is the third year in a row you have reneged on your covenant. Though I upbraid people in our borough for what they say, peeps keep telling me that you have departed for your heavenly abode due to Germanwings crash. My orison carries just a simple yearning that you prove your mom is unerring.
10 June 2015