She had a hard life in the beginning. Humble background, where there wasn't much to do but play with her raggedy dolly. If it weren't for the sisters and brothers, what a dull life it would have been. She sits back and the memories flash like a slide show before her eyes.
The birth of her kids, when women who weren't married, didn't get pregnant without disgrace. Her brother being lost behind enemy lines during the war. Eventually, finding his way home. The brother running from the law for almost beating a man do death for hurting his brother, draggin his five children with him. Some scary things for sure. But there were good times to be had and she chuckles as she remembers her sister stabbing her baby brother with knitting needles for pissing her off. She remembers the good ol' days, but who else, not in the family, would think that?
How time creeps on you. Now the memories are mine, to keep going and pass on. They will be my son's and his son's after him. Just like a slide show before our eyes. These people will always live on. We, the future, will make it so.

You’re a f*%$ing barbie doll, with all your plastic friends. Siliconed t!ts and lips and thighs. Now there are designer vaginas and new virginities to be had. Your personality isn’t even real, bought and paid for with visa or mastercard. Reminding me of the plastic covers on grandmas couch so the inside will never get hurt or torn.. nothing dirty on it, nothing dirty on you. Your brain is fried by all the bleach for your hair and the fumes from your five in nails. Is there anything real about you? Forget it, it was rhetorical and your whole world is counterfeit.