Hi, folks! My name is Brandon. I'm forty-one. I have a wife and a son. His name is Bob. Actually he is a good guy, but sometimes he doesn't know when to stop. I don't know for sure who he's going to be. Anyway, I hope he'll be a good man. My wife's name is Diana. She was an average housewife. 2 years ago I had a string of bad luck. You know, my previous company had gone bankrupt and I was jobless for quite a while. I'm sorry I can't speak now. I need a cigarette and a cup of coffee. Stay here, I'll be back pretty soon.
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It's me again. I'm back. I feel much better now. I know tobacco is very dangerous. But sometimes it helps me to calm down. OK. I promise I'll give up smoking one day.
So, where was I? Ah yes, I was unemployed a couple of years ago. As you can guess, I was in despair and didn't know what to do. So Diana said it was her turn to make big money. And she opened her own cafe.
Two years have passed. I have found a new job. My wife's cafe turned into a fancy restaurant. Dozens of people want to visit it every day. Well, I like it myself. As to my son, he never takes his meals at home now. We bought two new cars and a big house. In addition, all our friends envy us our success. So, my grandpa was right: real life starts after you've turned forty…