Have to

Somethings just happens because it has to. My father had to pass away so early to make his children independent personals, I had to work in a distant place to be able to drive, Granny had to be very ill to make her children stop arguing about money. Ha ha, sorry, just can't find a reason why your dog has to p*** in neighbor's yard.

First, hello?

First time blogging. First time trying to share something. In this case, thoughts. This is a page where you (people reading, including those smart dogs and parrots), or me, expect to see some good things.

Hmm, good is actually a relative word, differs to everyone. But, yea.. worth reading (i suppose..?)