Nothing in life comes easy. o. Its been a rough couple of weeks, well rough is an understatement. Its crazy when you're hit with seemingly 10,000 problems, furthermore when they all are not exactly yours in the first place. They just become yours because of 3 words, responsibility, consciousness and love with inevitably refers to the word family. How far are you willing to go when you hear silent call for help?
I have heard off destructive familial ties which has ended with unspoken events and I am sure we all have heard countless stories that taints our ears. My family has this perhaps unusual bond of showing our love without saying a word and its not necessarily through actions as well. We just seem to be there when any of us are in need.
This was when I was called into service. I always wondered why my ambition to work in Australia and to be with my love was always halted, I guess God sent me home to look after matters my parents just couldn't handle, at least now I know why. Its so strange how society can change someone as it did to my brother. It all started at a wrong government school, mixing with the wrong people. The affect lasted and my job was to make sure it wasn't going to be everlasting. I cant even begin to utter the reasons why but just a message to those with young kids or brothers. Be weary and be alert of your young ones, their minds are little and their hearts are weak. Its our duty to mold and keep them away from earths evil eyes. Its just a measure of our responsibility. For my duty of responsabilità, this is just a piece of my huge cake.
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