Hello friends of Holosylotus, I'm happy to be here today on this somewhat rainy afternoon where I live. I felt the urge to share a reflection I've been meaning to do for days, but I couldn't find the right moment. Besides that, I wasn't sure if I should share one of my life experiences with you, but for some reason I came across a text that touched on something that brought back memories. I want to tell you how I arrived at the reason behind my reflection.

While browsing Facebook, I came across a post about a father's financial situation with his son and decided to read it. One of the points mentioned was that love for one's children should be a source of joy and dedication, not a burden. However, some fathers feel pain when investing in their children, revealing an internal struggle that goes beyond material things.

This perspective can distort the true value of love and nurturing. As I read, I was transported back to my childhood, remembering those times when I asked my dad for money to buy simple things, like a notebook or shoes. The cost of these things was minimal compared to a phone or a computer, but those attempts always failed. My dad never had anything to give me, and it's strange to think that during all that time, he never even gave me a piece of candy.

Another point that was mentioned is that true fatherhood isn't just about money, but also about emotional generosity. It's crucial to make a child feel like they're not a burden, since money is fleeting, but the damage caused by stinginess can last a lifetime. After so many years, I wonder if my dad was truly stingy or if he simply didn't have any money. However, I find it difficult to understand how, even when asking for so little, he never supported me.

It's difficult to live without support, especially as a child, since we always need something. In my case, I went hungry. There were meals I enjoyed, but not every day. I also lacked school supplies. I remember that when I wanted something I knew I wouldn't get, I thought that if I did housework, I could get it. That was one of the worst mistakes of my life because I ended up doing everything, from foot massages to taking care of my siblings and cooking all three meals. In the end, I was so tired that they didn't buy me anything either. On the contrary, I was the one who gave the most in that situation. Now, with more experience, I wonder, why are there parents like that? I understand when they say that if you don't have the means to have a child, it's better not to have one. If your children are parents like mine, they'll have similar experiences to mine. They'll say, "How did I live with so little? I learned to do so many things, besides housework. I learned to make jewelry, ice cream, cakes, scrunchies, headbands, cookies, and I sold a little bit of everything." The cost of all this was that I had to drop out of school, which I consider one of the worst mistakes of my life. I watched everyone else enjoying their achievements while I was left behind, sacrificing my own dreams because of the lack of support I needed.

I also thought that thanks to my lack I learned to do things for myself and to fend for myself without anyone's help, but I assure you that this path is not easy and that sometimes a hand is required. I don't feel happy about going through difficult times, but in part I do feel some relief, because if my childhood was difficult, imagine the whole world. That's when I say that I acquired experience for survival.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you appreciated my reflection. I will certainly bring you a new post another time.

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