{I'm not sure if something like this belongs on here, but it just came
out & this is the only community i share with}


Eve developed a balance that most wouldn't dare,
Monday through Friday consisted of a part time job cleaning apartments, it was hard work for modest money, but that didn't matter , it was honest work and she was good at it.
I visited Eves home once as a young man, it was immaculate without being sterile, the fridge looked as though it was held together from art-n-craft of her daughters creations, from finger paint & crayon stick figures, to paper mache monstrosities....a child she never planned on but loved with all her heart.

Evenings consisted of running around ensuring her daughter got to various sports and training sessions that she took part in, always the one offering to wash the uniforms...then home to a cooked meal, bath and bed.

Residing from a small town of mostly good folk, the resident "town Aunt to all" was a permanent sitter to look after Eves daughter every second weekend, it was in these weekends that Eve found her equilibrium.

Eve never drank a drop, nor smoked a cigarette, yet allowed any man that wanted his way with her, to do just that.
26 weekends a year with the exception of Christmas break you could find Eve in the city, at any bar, with any man.
Only to return home every Sunday afternoon with a balanced scale, to resume a life she genuinley loved.

Many years later I returned to my home town and asked of Eve,
only to find out she had passed, "but if you would like to speak with her daughter, you'll have to return as she wont be back from the city till sunday evening" (Aunt to all' said).

As I sat in my car, tears began streaming down my face, unsure of exactly why - it hit me, Eve had taught me the greatest lesson in life I could hope to learn, take responsibility for your actions, but always live your own life.

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