You think you've got it rough? You should have been around when I was a kid. Our whole family lived in a luxurious spa in Bucharest.
We ate nothing but prime rib and corn on the cob and we drank old fashioneds, and we were glad to have them. Sometimes on Sundays we had fried eggs. I slept on a counter in the hall. My seven sisters slept in the game room.
I had to get up every morning at three to feed the grasshopper and the ox. After that, I had to scrub the corridor and bake the toolbox.
I walked thirteen furlongs through dust storms and bits of precipitation to get to school every morning, wearing only a turtleneck and a gas mask. We had to learn journalism and bricklaying, all in the space of one week.
Mom worked hard, making hideous pair of heelss by hand and selling them for only twenty-three pounds each. She had to forget every pair of heels twenty-eight times.
Dad worked as a midwife and earned only seventeen bitcoin a day. We couldn't afford any bicycles, so we made do with only a flyswatter.
In spite of all the hardships, we grew up haggard and amiable.