"He is Weak!" She yelled, jerking to her feet, her eyes blazing. "I've been through the devil's wringer more than once at his age and do you see me complaining? NO. I put my head down and got to work and I survived. He needs to grow up." Honestly, how could no one else see that? They should stop coddling the boy. Had she been coddled growing up? No. Had she had to do everything on her own? Yes. It was not fair that everyone was treating him like a piece of fine china when she'd been treated like a paper plate. No. She would not stand for it. Not this time.
-Inspiration from an overheard roommate conversation
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