Joy is shortlived.
I'm unsure if it's me hitting the middle-ages as a 46-year 60-year-old; or my 19-year-old daughter and 16-year-old son flushing every value and principle their mother taught them down the toilet just to yank my chain; or my wife, in essence, looking at me and believing 20 years ago she made the biggest mistake of her life - marrying me.
Joy is a short-lived experience for me nowadays for all of the above.
But, primarily, because I am a Red Devil.
My youngest daughter, 12, holds promise and hope, as does AWB. All else is misery.
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