"When am I getting grandbabies"
Will we even live long enough to meet them? Will the smoke fill my lungs and will they keep me "alive enough" to develop the rest? Will bombs go down on my third ultrasound.
When your grandbaby is born will I be able to take care of them? Will I be able to provide food, and clothes, a roof over their head, when without them I am barely surviving.
Who's to say when your grandbaby is born, the asphalt won't melt in the summer heat. Concrete won't bleed into our yards damaging the soil around. What will I feed your grandbaby when every egg I crack open has two yoks. Seriously us government.... What is up with that
I envy people, who want to give you grandbabies. They still have some hope left in them. Hope that we're not doomed. Hope that the apocalypse isn't closing in on us.
When you're grandbaby is born. Who is going to listen to the people trying to save the only place they can live.
