I am a reclusive hermit who has heroes. Like I saw as a boy, I want to be like the neighbor. I thought someday after my parents are gone I could get help from a VA nurse. A safe future.

 Please do not chaff me. So living as a Veteran with help from the VA. Seeing my hero from my last neighborhood. To think of the habitat.

Like a hermit cage enjoying my environment. To think of VA nurses, my parents, and even of Miami Florida. To be moderated and lawful. Our futures easy and guaranteed.

Little details, enjoying groceries, or tea old memories savored. To get medical help. The days passing by peaceful and easy. My parents married and me happy and confident with my prolific portfolio.

Being a homeowner and my hobbies. All the time with my parents and our family. Not getting offended or other hurtful emotions elicited from others. Good food and happy lives.



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