Always Greener Elsewhere

Daffodils grow out the back of my head. I wish they were purple tulips instead. My job pays well, but I don’t make as much as Leek. I lament this fact, ruining part of my week. My family is good, but Kim’s seems better. I spend my life grousing, jealous of my sister’s sweater. Crazy I know, and yet here I sit, irritated more than a little bit. That my brother’s having a better life. This griping I have to quit!