Darkness would fall over them, their eyes would blaze red, cackling would be heard as they cursed “I hope you have one JUST LIKE YOU!”

“What. EVER.” I would say, and sulk off to my pig sty of a room, thinking that it wouldn’t be THAT big of a deal to have one JUST LIKE ME. Because I could be a LOT worse!

The G-dS or the Devil or another deity must have been listening. Because the forces that be tried to give me one, JUST LIKE ME.

They stirred in snips and snails and puppy dog tails, but NOPE: he was more like his Daddy. Then they had another shot at it and they whipped up sugar and spice and everything nice. Yet again, no dice. She was too sweet and too neat.

But, a thing called DIVORCE happened. Then, remarriage. And there she was. A package deal…with the man I love.
The slob. The big mouth. Finally, the formula was complete. And…I had one. JUST LIKE ME.

Really, even though my parents are still cackling and smug that I finally got what was coming to me. I STILL don’t see what’s so bad about that.

In fact, I hope that all five of them get one JUST LIKE ME!!

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