Hate Me Not
I find that ages five to ten were the most crucial years of my life. That was when I developed loneliness, I still carry with me. I longed for love, care, and security. My parents were wealthy—yes, at least in material things. But compared to something like a cellphone, their wealth felt like just an accessory. The most important part of a family is love—just love. I believe that when love is real, respect, compassion, and understanding naturally follow. But sometimes, we forget the one thing that builds these values: communication. I believe that communication is the bridge to healthy relationships. By communication, I mean one person speaks, and the other listens—without screaming, without cursing, without cutting the speaker off, being rational and understanding with one another, having the capability to accept right and wrong. That, I think, was the biggest problem in my family. Communication always meant fighting. The line between discussion and argument was so th...