I am going out so much with my sister, I'm getting sick of going out. Drained! I'm drained! Pockets burnt too.

She sensed it. The growling beneath the loud distractions, the silence that drowns in everytime she appears, the unspoken retorts that were betrayed by the look in our eyes.

Sometime I do pity her. Running around, doing so much work, burning candles at both ends yet earning nobody's respect. What for?

You may have a million of wonderful ideas, a great sense of business, but you forgot one thing --- you are working with Humans.