Two Southern Belles were sitting on the wide porch of a grand, white-pillared mansion on a warm summer afternoon. The cicadas were buzzing in the distance, the rocking chairs creaked gently back and forth, and both ladies were sipping tall glasses of sweet iced tea with lemon. They chatted about family, friends, and all the little things that make Southern life charming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first lady, clearly quite proud of her life, leaned forward with a smile. \u201cYou know, darling,\u201d she began, \u201cwhen my first child was born, my husband was so delighted that he had this entire mansion built just for me. Every column, every brick, all in celebration of our little blessing.\u201dThe second lady smiled politely, nodded her head slowly, and said sweetly, \u201cWell, isn\u2019t that nice?\u201dThe first woman, enjoying the moment, went on. \u201cAnd when my second child was born, he wanted to do something even more special. So he bought me that shiny new Cadillac sitting out front. Can you imagine? Every time I drive it, I think of how generous he is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Again, the second lady gave a polite smile, took another slow sip of her tea, and replied, \u201cWell, isn\u2019t that nice?\u201dBy now the first lady was positively glowing with pride. \u201cAnd when my third child was born,\u201d she added dramatically, holding up her wrist so the sunlight sparkled on it, \u201che gave me this dazzling diamond bracelet. Can you believe it? Nothing but the very best for his wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The second lady rocked back gently in her chair, her eyes sparkling with quiet amusement. Once more she said softly, \u201cWell, isn\u2019t that nice?\u201dThe first lady, curious and a little impatient, finally leaned in closer. \u201cAnd tell me, dear, what did your husband give you when your first child was born?\u201dThe second lady leaned back in her chair, a sly smile playing on her lips, and replied\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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