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My kids and their friends call me a throwback, because I expect them to have respect and to put their home-training (what little there seems to be for some) on display. One of my girls friends was giving a teacher grief once and when she looked up to see me, you could hear tires screeching to a halt. When I saw her later, I sat her on my porch steps, locked arms with her and told her she was better than that and that to fight the system meant to make gains with her life, not to show how defiant she could be.
"They expect you to act like an animal" I told her, like I also tell my kids.
This was what I saw my mother do and when she died, I saw kids from my distant past who thanked me for her love and concern.
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