It is hard to face the truth but still read the whole letter to know the REAL and do not tear the letter in the middle of it just because you think you know the whole truth. You called my mom a person who gives importance to money, you who gave your own children telugu medium education because it is cheaper that way, i am feeling strange that i used to give respect to such a dim-witted person, such a person who is hell bent on levelling false allegations shamelessly on his own daughter. You would not have been alive today had my mom not come to your rescue every time your spoiled brats created a scene, she just thought she was helping her ageing parents, little did she know that her MONEY MINDED PARENTS would think of the favours as a method to please them to take money from them. Only low class people can think so cheaply. There are such people who expect money from their parents and even then their parents try to cover their daughter’s misdeeds and here we have a great gentleman who thinks that her daughter is after his money and and is leaving no stone unturned to ensure that it does not happen by accusing her of things she never did, hello who wants your money? We have enough money to look after ourselves and are not expecting a single pie from you, get that right into your head. My mom always pitied thinking of the future of her brothers’ children and never let a chance go by in helping them financially, all without your knowledge.
The Essay on Parents Mom Basically Family
To continue our family ethnic / cultural identity, our parents must teach us the core values of our Eastern Asian culture. The most fundamental of these values regard gender roles and dating which lead to a gender bias. Children of both sexes are more influenced by the mothers attitudes than fathers because mothers play the primary socializing agents in the Eastern Asian community. I am from a ...
She would be the first one to be happy if they come to a financially stable position, how did you even think that she wanted your money? By the time you read this you will have known that she cares a damn for your money as she returns all that you have given her. So you have been tolerating my mom for the past 12 years, is it? on the other hand she has been tolerating the insult meted to her by your daughters-in-law and yet never stopped coming to your house just to see her parents, the same parents who have been noting down the number of jars broken by her by mistake, how cheap? i wonder if people can ever stoop to lower levels. You have been keeping the accounts of all these insignificant things and how well you acted to be happy every time we came to meet you, you should really be given an oscar for your acting. My mom remembers breaking a jar of pickle once in your house and that was accidental, but if you talk of that then we can talk of the oil spilt by my mom’s mother in our house, you see we do not keep such silly things in our minds like your lawyer mind does.
You said my mom is jealous, jealous of whom? who in your entire house is worth being jealous of? I certainly do not want to lead a life like yours or any of your family members, and you call my mom jealous? she is not jealous of anyone in this world. You might think I am a kid and do not know what I am writing, but no I have been with my mom throughout the 12 years you are talking about and she is not foolish enough like her parents to think on those lines. If my mom were to be jealous, your family would have been shattered to pieces long back. Remember who was responsible for the reunion of your younger son and his wife? When everyone lost hope who brought them back? How can you be so ungrateful of a person who has done so much for you? Don’t you remember that it was my mom who came in the middle when your elder son came to kick you? Can’t you show gratitude? I haven’t seen a bigger backstabber than you in my life and how dare you say that my father has a small brain when you have none. He understands my mom better than her so called parents, you have no right to criticise him, yes we do have small brains so we tend to forgive and forget unlike you who has a brain big enough to cram all the information about the 12 years, mind you that all that information is rubbish and figments of your imagination. We are flawless and can defend any of your false allegations at any given time.
The Essay on A House to Remember
I have moved in and out of many houses throughout the years, but none of them were as important to me as the house in which I grew up. I must admit that this house, although enormous, was neither the nicest nor the most comfortable house, yet my nostalgic nature has propelled me to treasure that house above all others. Having parted it for almost ten years, some details of the house are out of my ...
Why is it that all the misdeeds done by your daughters-in-law seem to be small to you and the things done by my mom without any evil intentions always appear bad to you. You think it is my parents’s responsibility to look after our aunts because my paternal grandparents are dead, but that my mom should not expect respect from your daughters-in-law, what sort of logic is this? It is you who should think before speaking, not my parents. So according to you after you it should be your sons’ and their wives’ responsibilities to give respect to my parents, but what sort of an example are you setting for them? Do you think they will even care a damn for us? You are arrogant, not my mom, why else would you not allow her to speak after your rubbish talk. Why the hell do you think that you are always correct? Why are you not open to listening to the other person’s point of view, this is called arrogance, it seems you explained its meaning to my father, we know its meaning as much as you do. I am writing this letter after hearing that you were very much willing to end this relationship, I am sure you will learn your mistake unless of course your arrogance comes in the middle, you will suffer later from this stupid decision of yours but it will be too late, good luck for your life with your wonderful sons.
