“Your interactions with the computer often disrupt software programs, and tears flow in front of the screen. I must safeguard my fingers to mend the programs.
You frequently forget the house keys, compelling me to rush home and unlock the door. Your penchant for travel is coupled with an uncanny ability to lose your way. My eyes must be reserved to guide you.
The monthly cramps plague you, and I reserve my palms to soothe your discomfort.
Your predilection for indoor activities sparks concerns of infantile autism. My words must be conserved to regale you with jokes and tales, alleviating your boredom.
The computer’s constant gaze bodes ill for your eyesight, and mine must be saved to care for you in old age: clipping nails and tending to those stubborn white hairs.
