DailyReflection#19
JOSEPHNOTES
Opinion on my family relatives? Fortunately, not all following this point of view.
They grow up children as they were “dogs”. And when, at a certain age, they require to get back what they invested in (yeah, exactly that. Like if we’re a fruit tree), take decisions on your own like if you were a “dog”. If you don’t expect their requirements, specifications - you’re out! For what? Basically, for not being like they exactly expected you were. Like they were at your same age. He’s ugly. I don’t like how he became. Drop him into a bin. That’s what basically they did.
Took this drastic decision - but not spending a lot of time on it - and replace you through another child. It’s insane this way to think about people and things. But it’s like Italy works and more worryingly is who’s - being on the other side - allow it to them.
Being manipulated from the first day we were born to we die. Like objects. No human beings. Replace one for another like we don’t have souls. That’s just the family where I came from. Where I was born in and I grow up in. And there’s who’s still reclaiming expenses, payments, bills on yourself - just to be refunded. What kind of human breed. A day - wake up and decide to make children as they were dogs and when they’re tired of what you became - decide to eradicate you brutally. Not for searching attention, but there’s who, in other places and locations, would be proud of what you became. Glad to who you are. But this is another story.
My story is this. Human being’s life used as a interest’s center for who, called parent or guardian, invested money on you - not for realizing a man, but as a stock, bond, investment which get back earnings from.
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