983 At 50, I Know the Decrees of Heaven 4yr

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"Happy birthday, Uncle Tony!"
When Twain opened his eyes in the morning, the first thing he heard was his wife, Shania, speaking softly as she lay next to his ear.
But he could not muster up a smile. Instead, he sighed and looked unhappily at Shania, draping herself over his own body. He said, "50-year-old birthday, what's so happy about that..."
Shania said with a grin, "I don't care so much. It's happy as long as it's a birthday! Happy birthday, Uncle Tony!" She repeated it, giving Twain a good morning kiss, and then Shania jumped out of bed.
The maid and nanny had already prepared breakfast downstairs. Since there was a child in the family and such a big villa, Twain no longer insisted on their family living on their own. Teresa would always be afraid when the night came; the house was too big. Even if all the rooms and corridor lights were turned on, she was always afraid of monsters suddenly jumping out of the corners. So, they simply hired a live-in maid and nanny, to add som