Her eyes were fever bright. "I never thought it would happen. I always thought it would be me dead first." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Had t...ere been a wind, I'd not have heard her."Thank you for letting me die last." Her voice vanished into the far distance, as consciousness left her.I rummaged around in the wagon and found some cleaner blankets and added them to the stack around her, even lifting her up to slide one underneath. After that, I went outside, intending on gathering some. "Umm okay well we cannot talk about this here someone might overhear." he said in a low tone glancing around other staff members where around but seemed uninterested in our conversation. He shook his head in agreement and after I finished my lunch stated I was going for a walk he could join me if he wanted to. Brad quickly came into step with me and started talking once we where clear of the building. He started rambling and talking quickly about how he and the son of a neighboring farm had. Everyone has an ego, some more well-developed than others, but it's always there. And every last person has a self-image they need to maintain. EVERYONE. No exception. No matter how timid or down on themselves they are, no matter how much self-hatred they seem to express, there is that self-image, and the need to preserve it at all costs.In some cultures, "face" is an important concept. One cannot, for any reason, "lose face". Okay, there are some cultures on the planet where "face" seems the. “Thank you for having my back George, but you were a little harsh don’t you think? I mean Connie is still your daughter.”“She is not my daughter.” He explained; “Her mother decided to fuck around and got pregnant before we were married. I never adopted her. I do love her as if she was mine, but she has her mother’s stubborn stupidity.”“Does she know that?”“Yes she does and she throws “You’re not my father” in my face every time I tell her to do something that she doesn’t want to do. Well this.