hero: Portia
"Shut up stupid!" "No you shut up retard!!!" This is the type of relationship I share with Portia Demetra Blanchette. And although it sounds as if we are siblings arguing about who will say shut up first, Portia is my older cousin. We often jokingly converse this way on the phone after work, texting while after work, and even on a face to face level. However our affiliaton is deeper than any sibling disagreement. this correlation is more like an 100 year old tree, still standing, because the roots are in the inmost part of the soil. the way she talks, communicates, looks, even critisizes makes her my true hero.
Hero: Music
As I get up in the morning with my voice sounding as if I were a grown, muscular man, I grab my towel and head to the shower. I turn the bathtub faucet on to the farthest left that it will go, assuring that the temperature is almost like stepping into a sauna at the spa. while waiting for the water to rise to the hottest, I turn on the stereo that rests on the top self that hovers above the toilet. I then slip all of my clothes off and then release the words and sounds that I trapped inside my stereo. As I step into the steaming, hot shower, the words that i discharged from the speakers, instruments and melodies, surround me, waking me up while the water hits my naked body. Its just me and music, music and I, in my bathroom. the harmonys will not critize, laugh, or talk about me behind my back like a backstabbing friend will do. I am free to be myself in musics presence, because it has no respect of person, nor will it judge me based on my appearance. Music is my get away, my escape, my hero.
Which one should I go with???
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