"G said it, but I don't think he's right. He makes the norm children that have nothing and grow up in foster care, but tat should be the exception. We should strive to have normal families where children have two parents, two good parents. If you accept that life is screwed up and anything above that is luck, then we create a society that is less than what it should be. We are giving people an excuse for screwing up and that's wrong." She would never agree with such pessimistic view of the world.
"But I didn't have a normal life either. The point is that you are seeing my life from such a negative starting point," she said with a sigh. "It's like I should be happy because my parents didn't abandon me until I was 18, but that's wrong, too. I should hold my parents to a higher standard and not to a lower one. It's how we create better families."
Savannah rolled her eyes. "A plan sounds so nefarious. I just said that I wanted to go an cook in his kitchen. When you pointed out that he might not want there, I came up with an alternative. I'd still rather cook in my own house, but I wouldn't want to live by myself."
She nodded. "Exactly those things. I'll show you how to lift me up and throw me. If you do that right, the catching is easy."
"Good, because G would find a way to blame it on me if you choked. I do know how to do CPR, though." She also knew that most CPR done at home failed.
She thought for a moment, digesting his words. "That's sad. You said that you work to make a better world, but what's the point. Your co-workers are just that and sooner or later will be gone. Who's going to benefit from what you do? Who's going to remember what you have done? I don't know about Heaven and Hell, but I know that on earth, our children and grandchildren are the ones who will remember us. Not having any is sad."