Sometimes the world is not as kind as it was to Sherman or it is just a cruel, but in a different way. When I was younger, I knew this kid (let’s call him J). J was a generally nice kid who lived in a lower class condominium townhouse connected to my backyard. Eventually over time we became friends, and after that best friends. I met his family and bonded with them to the point I considered them my home away from home. There was nothing wrong with these people or their lifestyle from what I noticed at the time, but I always questioned a few things they did. J’s dad always worked very late, to the point I would only see him on weekends and if I spent thing night ever. His mom always made low budget meals and had a little corner in the already
