What have you learned from your parents' mistakes?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 05:24
He casually said, "Yes, with ****" (my nephew's name)
My mother was silent, her eyes glaring at me.
I was silent, I was there, why didn't he ask me directly? Yes, because he knew I wouldn't give permission.
I screamed loudly, I scolded my sister for being rude. My mother defended her.
Oh, even though his child was wrong, he still defended him? Why didn't you remind him that he was wrong? Oh yeah, my mother told me to.
Since the beginning, whenever I have food, there is always someone who eats it. What is mine is theirs, what is theirs is not mine.
What is the gayest experience you have seen in prison?
That night my little brother slept on the balcony outside on his own accord. FYI, he shared a room with me...
Then he came back to my room, threw 10 thousand rupiahs on the bed. I felt so insulted, like a beggar.
I'm getting angrier, not about whether it's replaced or not, but about the ethics of wanting something that belongs to someone else. My little brother is already in junior high school and still doesn't understand things like that! And he's used to running away from responsibility, hiding behind his mother's back. I'm worried that it will be carried over until he grows up, afraid that he will continue to be like that.
Are there really people who still believe the Earth is flat?
Instead, he went downstairs and said, "Mom, my brother wants to be replaced."
But what was my mother's response? She said "JUST EAT IT"
I was once angry about this because I couldn't stand it anymore, initially my little sister said "Mom, I want this" while pointing at my snack plastic bag.
I was getting more annoyed, I said that my little brother was wrong. But my mother said lightly, "DOG, GET OFF SIA (you), YOU FUCKING GUY ONLY *DAHAREUN SAKIT THAT (That much food), STUPID CHILD"
I was furious, "WHY DARE YOU TAKE PEOPLE'S FOOD? YOU'RE A THIEF"
ALLOWED TO STEAL
It's not that he's stingy, he asked that while we were in the car, while I wanted to eat snacks together at home.
I said "No, that's mine"
Instead, he gave me a plastic bag.
I have no personal property at home, not even a pen.
I tried to stay calm, still asked my sister carefully. "Brother, where's your food?"
"IT'S ME WHO EATS, NOT ***" (name of younger sibling)
Why do I sweat between my legs all the time, top off my legs, all way down?
I still remember, at that time I bought a lot of snacks from my own pocket money. I deliberately wanted to stock up for the next few days.
"YOU ATE IT ALL?" I asked, I thought just one or two would be fine, this is all there is left is the mizone.
When I got home, my friend immediately chatted me and asked me to take them to a photocopy shop. After returning from the photocopy shop, in less than 20 minutes all my snacks were gone.