I really have a very difficult peckel, and people just don’t understand how hard it is. My family is so rich we cannot decide to whom to give tzedaka too, and some of the stories I hear just break my heart. I have a photographic memory but am so bored I am doing this in class while directing a chessed event. Even without makeup, I’m so beautiful that my parents have had to disconnect the phone between 6 and 7 pm so that we can discuss the shidduchim that came up today. Unfortunately my grandfather, a Rosh Yeshiva, often needs someone to help my grandmother in the kitchen at that time, so we had to change the times and now we disconnect teh phone between 12am and 1am.
I really feel other’s pain as my own, so I don’t really need any pain. My only problem is that sometimes I struggle with arrogance. If only you knew how I struggle with arrogance, you would never envy me!
Of course, this is fiction. But I know that Hashem runs the world and gave me the perfect life for me. Aizehu ashir, hasameach b’chelko!