Saint Narcissi, Mother Of The Year
I am royalty. I keep my comings and goings secret in case I get mobbed. I don’t stay around long. Just quick visits for important events. I’m an extremely busy person.
I have to get back to my important job of visiting zoos and various cities and sitting on my balcony. Someone needs to do it.
People need to know though of My Sacrifice. My Good Mothering. My Martyrdom. My flying four times in two weeks. Oh the hardship! I was knackered. They have no idea! The plebs.
So, I will announce it on Facebook as I leave that I am happy to support my children in both good and bad times. Because I want the world to know what a wonderful person I am. I will add a little addendum at the end too, so that my sister will see that ‘meeting friends was nice’. And she didn’t even know I was here. So I’m twisting the knife.
Anyway I’m guaranteed a good life. A safe life here in Poland where nothing can ever go wrong. I won’t need my sister ever again.
Will I?