I don't know where my life is going. My parents fight all night long over stupid, darn bills. My brothers do nothing to help them and they are already 16. And as I try to sleep every night, I hear their screams and fights, no matter how many pillows I put on my head. My parents have had money problems since the day I was born. They give me food, a place to sleep, and love unconditionally. But lately, it's worse. The fighting is non-stop. The love... Well there isn't any. And the threats to take away my room, my bed, and the pictures surrounding it are more higher than ever. My mom believes that my brothers need the full experience. So, she pays for their soccer trips, rugby trips, and now softball. They spend the money, not knowing what they are getting into. And at the end of every month... We cut back. We eat rice instead of meat. We don't buy eggs as much, and I know not to eat as many snacks so we can save them. My parents don't warn me. They don't want me to worry. But I have noticed... In the last... I don't know, 3 years? The kids at school make fun of me. Because I don't live in a nice neighborhood, because they are all... rich compared to me. But I don't care anymore. I used to be... embarrassed when I would be dropped off from the bus. Everyone still looks at my neighborhood in disgust. Once, my friend even told me that he is scared sh*t out of the place I live, that it's the ghetto and that I have no money. I cried the whole night that day, not having even 1 hour of sleep. My friends... Well, they told him off, and he didn't do it again for a while... But those words just stuck in my head, never escaping. But I guess that maybe it's... An advantage. I appreciate my things more. While they think that an iPod Touch is an everyday thing. I have cut down on the food I have so that my mom won't have to go to the grocery store every other day, spending more money. But I know that one day, when all my studies have payed off and when I become big and rich... I will first give my mom a minny, then a beach house... And I'll also get my dad some great golf clubs. Because they raised me and cared for me. And when I have the money and time, I'll do the same. I love my parents. And I hope that all the money and pain I've put them through.... I can return back.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Money... What's it worth?
I don't know where my life is going. My parents fight all night long over stupid, darn bills. My brothers do nothing to help them and they are already 16. And as I try to sleep every night, I hear their screams and fights, no matter how many pillows I put on my head. My parents have had money problems since the day I was born. They give me food, a place to sleep, and love unconditionally. But lately, it's worse. The fighting is non-stop. The love... Well there isn't any. And the threats to take away my room, my bed, and the pictures surrounding it are more higher than ever. My mom believes that my brothers need the full experience. So, she pays for their soccer trips, rugby trips, and now softball. They spend the money, not knowing what they are getting into. And at the end of every month... We cut back. We eat rice instead of meat. We don't buy eggs as much, and I know not to eat as many snacks so we can save them. My parents don't warn me. They don't want me to worry. But I have noticed... In the last... I don't know, 3 years? The kids at school make fun of me. Because I don't live in a nice neighborhood, because they are all... rich compared to me. But I don't care anymore. I used to be... embarrassed when I would be dropped off from the bus. Everyone still looks at my neighborhood in disgust. Once, my friend even told me that he is scared sh*t out of the place I live, that it's the ghetto and that I have no money. I cried the whole night that day, not having even 1 hour of sleep. My friends... Well, they told him off, and he didn't do it again for a while... But those words just stuck in my head, never escaping. But I guess that maybe it's... An advantage. I appreciate my things more. While they think that an iPod Touch is an everyday thing. I have cut down on the food I have so that my mom won't have to go to the grocery store every other day, spending more money. But I know that one day, when all my studies have payed off and when I become big and rich... I will first give my mom a minny, then a beach house... And I'll also get my dad some great golf clubs. Because they raised me and cared for me. And when I have the money and time, I'll do the same. I love my parents. And I hope that all the money and pain I've put them through.... I can return back.
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