Have you ever fabricated a story to try to fit in with the crowd Tell others my parents are doctors, attorneys, or have a great job I live in a mansion or a big home by the most beautiful lake My neighbors are filthy rich and I play with their kids every day. I go to school, a private institution, only a few can attend I think they have a lot of money and dress well I presume The students at this school come from very wealthy families Their father and mother drive a Mercedes Benz or a Bentley. As a child, you try very hard to belong to the right clique You make up stories so that somehow you may fit in But at the end of the day, everyone finds out the truth I am not rich, I am pretending because I fear the abuse. I fantasized we owned and obtained the best things in life In reality, we didn't have much but we did the best we could We didn't wear designer cloth or owned a mansion on the hill But one thing I know as we got older our dreams were fulfilled. I don't write these things so you can feel sorry for me I just want to remember these things in my life vividly So when my children grow up they can learn to appreciate How God has changed our life and given us more every day.
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