Friday's child. No idea whether I am loving or giving.
My sister was a Wednesday's child, and sadly, it prefigured her life. She wasn't a misery or unhappy child, but her life was a life where things frequently went wrong, she broke her thigh badly when she was two and spent a long time in hospital when children didn't see their parents, and this certainly affected her deeply for the rest of her life, she was expected to do well at A levels, but didn't because of poor health, and her life went on like that. Finally she was fatally injured in a road accident and died when she was 45.
Obviously she had happy times and successes, but everything she achieved was despite the various obstacles that seemed to stop her ever achieving anything the straightforward way, she always had to struggle.