“Two houses, two homes, two kitchens, two phones, Two couches where I lay, two places that I stay, Moving, moving here and there, from Monday to Friday I'm everywhere, Don't get me wrong, it's not that bad But often times it makes me sad, I want to live that nuclear life, With a happy dad and his loving wife, A picket fence, a shaggy dog, A fireplace with a burning log, But it's not real, it's just a dream, I cannot cry or even scream, So here I sit with cat number three, Life would be easy if there were two of me.” Poem Author:Meghan Markle