Pride and Joy

So casually, so bitterly, I spat, “It’s a dump.”

He said, “Don’t say that. It’s been my pride and joy.”

Why am I so harsh of tongue?

He has a gentle heart, so precious. I mustn’t maim it.

Why can’t I be as good and sweet as he used to think I was?

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