Now - I shouldn't remember it, but I had the weirdest flasback in my life. I went to a store (a corner-shop, kiosk, if you please) and as I stepped in I could feel the shivers on my spine . . . As I were reliving the experiences of these thousands of people, who stood in long lines everyday, just to get a loaf of bread. I looked around in that shop and all I could feel, was despair - the shelves were empty. I have never seen such a sight (no, I've seen it, but I don't remember it). I felt gratitude for having something like close to a hundred stores I could choose from, but I selt of surge of realization wash over me. This is what stores were like not so long ago - I was alive at that time. And then another realization hit me - in Cuba . . . it's still like that. People waiting in long, long lines just so that they could survive. I'm not even going to mention the problems in Africa, because when I get to the poverty and wars that take place there every day, I would type away for a whole day.
Instead, I despise myself. Just imagine the life my parents gave me. I've had everything I ever wanted. And still I complained. :S:S:S I wanted a toy, a treat, a bag of chips or whatever . . . at a time, when my mom was living alone, raising two children and working double-shifts just to keep the family alive. My respect for my mother and her parents rose like a thousand-fold. Just imagine . . .
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