After 4732 hours of giving light to this family, after witnessing deaths of two of my own children by the hands of these toddlers, tomorrow when the third generation of this family switches me on I will fuse, I will die. But son remember we are not like those neon lights or the CFLs and what not, you got a family name to uphold, we come from a very respected family of bulbs, you are a direct descendent of the bulb the Almighty made and after this night you will be the last one on this planet.
Son it is not easy to be a good bulb, they will turn you on and leave for two months on vacation and son, I will tell you this, you will get hot as hell but you should not give up, I survived three and a half months, your granddad was old he blasted right in front of me, back then you were just a torchlight, ah those days, torchlight days are the best. But son now you are in lamp with greater voltage comes greater responsibility, don’t you forget that.
One day you will get on wall like me and your mother, son, remember never fit in a weak holder, those weak things give up and they take you down with them and no bulb can survive that fall.
Darling don’t you cry, I will wait for you up there in the rooms of heaven. I will save a plug for you up there right beside me.
So let us eat. Son from today I want you to say grace…
Son: Dear almighty Edison thank you for the fuse, the strength to survive the heat, the voltage and this family…….Edis.
Everyone: Edis.
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