You eat and sleep it all day long and play on the streets until mom calls you in. My story is no different than anybody else's.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I get to have Sunday lunch at my mum's, pick my nephew up from school now and then: it's a very normal life.
When I was as little as four years old, my mom would give me a pen and paper and tell me to write a story to keep me busy.
I don't remember my mother ever playing with me. And she was a perfectly good mother. But she had to do the laundry and clean the house and do the grocery shopping.
I'm simply the mom who makes the lunch, drives to school, finds where the toys are, washes the clothes, and I'm here to play. And that's all I should be.
My parents were brutal to each other, so I slept in the basement by an old coal-fired furnace. I became a street kid. Occasionally, I'd live with aunts or uncles, then I'd run away to live in the woods, trapping and hunting game to survive. The wilderness pulled at me; still does.
I listened to a lot of stories when I was a kid. My mother told me stories, and I loved them.
My mother set us to an activity and let us be.
At home I serve the kind of food I know the story behind.
And getting older, what's happening is, I play only mothers.
It's about getting the kids up and fed, getting one to school, getting the other down for a nap, going to the grocery store, picking one up from school, getting the other one down for another nap, cooking dinner... I live my life at these two extremes. I'm either a full-time stay-at-home mom or a full-time actress.
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