Best Advice

The best advice I’ve ever received is from my boyfriend, Chuck, who tells me time and again not to worry so much. This is nothing exactly new. My first-grade teacher, Mrs. Trainer, scolded me for worrying, and so did a neighbor lady down the street. I still worry, though, mainly over my sons. Take Alex, for instance, who lives in Peru. Is the health care any good there? Will he ever have a girlfriend? Does he get enough calcium?

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