Bittergourds

My aunt has a daily lunch of bittergourds, tidy and porridge. As she told me what she was having, all I could think of was 'Isn't life bitter enough?'

From inside the house, family laughter filters out to the garden. Why do they have so much to laugh about, while I have so much to vent?

I am tired. Really really tired. And I'm tired of being tired.