We are different. All these routes change people to walk with a child. I don't understand my friends with typical single children. She still loves them and I care about her children and herself, but that's not the point. The point is, they think we're special. Being special, I can't understand how exactly they are defined by them. So, according to their logic, while they maintain their normal and standard lives, we are trying to find our way through this incredibly complex order, which makes us special. This idea makes us feel alone and unintelligible.
We're parents. We're not special. They handed us the cards. While everyone has a standard 52-paper deck in it, we have papers on them that have meaningless lines, strips, and no instructions. We play the game like everyone else, with the difference of paper. Our rules are a little different, and no matter what happens, it doesn't seem likely to deal with your papers, although their images are similar in size. We can perhaps inspire people who are trying to play games with us on the same paper tomorrow. We can create awareness. In fact, one day, if God distributes them from these cards, they feel only slightly different. Each day they play the game they know with 52 decks, they get used to this game, they can play successfully as they play the other.
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Our playing cards are not very common but they are more colorful and completely different than the rules. Some are more enjoyable, more instructive. To learn this game, do your best, to accomplish with love makes a person special? I hope he doesn't.
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I think everyone can play with the cards we have, without the need to feel special. I hope my reasoning is a bit simplistic, I just hope that this logic is enough to push people to think a little bit.
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