The irony...
Growing up, all I can remember is mother telling us that it was our duty to take care of her in her old age, "Que dios te de mas para que me des mas." May god give you plenty, so you can give me plenty. She laughed as if it was the cleverest thing ever. It simply embarrassed me to know the extend of her greed and selfishness. Most disturbingly, it made it be known that a child was in many ways like having an indentured servant.
It's this kind of nonsense that pushed me out the house as soon as I could. However, despite, the logic of knowing that it was my parent's responsibility to provide for me. I had no say in being born, it wasn't my choice to be born, and my bringing me to life, my parents had a legal obligation to provide basic necessities or pass me on to someone who could. But, the human, illogical part of me, knows that I have to help out family. No matter how shitty my mother was, I can't leave her starving. I can't leave family behind... Manipulative and, perhaps, selfish, but they are family.
So, ironically, I put off going home for Christmas and seeing the kiddies, and send money home to help out a bit. It sucks. It sucks big time. Cash is so cold and impersonal. I hate it but I know it's softening effects on life. And, although I want to believe that they would rather see me than get money, I know - and my sister agrees unwillingly - that it's the most logical thing to do. For now.
Que dios te de mas para que me des mas.
It's this kind of nonsense that pushed me out the house as soon as I could. However, despite, the logic of knowing that it was my parent's responsibility to provide for me. I had no say in being born, it wasn't my choice to be born, and my bringing me to life, my parents had a legal obligation to provide basic necessities or pass me on to someone who could. But, the human, illogical part of me, knows that I have to help out family. No matter how shitty my mother was, I can't leave her starving. I can't leave family behind... Manipulative and, perhaps, selfish, but they are family.
So, ironically, I put off going home for Christmas and seeing the kiddies, and send money home to help out a bit. It sucks. It sucks big time. Cash is so cold and impersonal. I hate it but I know it's softening effects on life. And, although I want to believe that they would rather see me than get money, I know - and my sister agrees unwillingly - that it's the most logical thing to do. For now.
Que dios te de mas para que me des mas.