Will you still love me, tomorrow?

6-Word Story #1

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Happiness? (:

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Values

Every now and then, you will meet people who had more than you growing up, who has more than you now, and will probably have more than you in the future. Being a bigger person, if that’s you, no need to rub it in someone else’s face.

Today I spoke with someone I thought was my friend, and she had all the finer things growing up, that made me hate people more than usual. She literally rubbed it in my face that she was much more talented than me, because she had the chance to learn how to play piano, dance and take art classes. And normally, I don’t care, because you gotta do you. You can’t change what family you were born in to.

And by the end of our conversation, the only thing I could say to her was that it didn’t matter. So I didn’t have a lot growing up. I didn’t live with my parents until I was about 6 or 7. I didn’t grow up in a nice neighborhood. I didn’t learn how to play an instrument nor did I get to take singing or dancing lessons. I didn’t have a great female figure to look up to besides my mom. I still remember the days where we had to walk to the store because we couldn’t afford to take the bus. Or when my dad didn’t come home at night because he was working 3 jobs. Hell, just the looks I get for the “types” of friends I had from them made me disgusted. So yeah, all my friends were Black or Asian. The best thing as a child was probably the teddy bear my dad got for me when I started to live with him. But I still think I’m more fortunate than her. I didn’t get to do all the things I wanted as a child. But I had the greatest people in my life. I still get looks when I say I’ve been in a relationship with a Black guy, and I’m damn proud. I might not have had it all, or any of it, but I had family. I had all these people that made my living hell a little better. And nothing, nothing in this world could’ve made growing up any better than that. So maybe we couldn’t afford the best things in the world, but there are some things money can never buy.

So the next time someone rubs their “better life” in your face, you tell them about your values and who you are. Because it makes you 100 times a better person than they ever will be. And trust me, that beats having all the finer things.

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