A good cleaning

My baby hera shed too much hair every second of every minute. i kept cleaning whenever i can. in the afternoon i watched tv and cleaned the hairs everywhere. i was starving soon and i had some rice left over in the morning. it is sunny day outside like the usual saturday always in my living life. saturday is always clean and clear. my mind roams around the sky through the blue sky and i picked up one of those white cloud  floating high above in the miraculous sky. i wish to wear the good shaped cloud in my hair like a lovely innocent girl, running in the playground with cousins here and there. hera popped up all of sudden. she is dozing off again... i am pondering on the question again, a question to a person of my age, not as young as a girl , not as experienced as an old. if the missing pieces in my life could be puzzled together into a beautiful picture, then what kind of picture is left in reality or dream? what is the left for me? what is marriage? what is love? the original sin is what what...in  my college course... A+