There are many forms of privilege, it’s not always money. My family wasn’t that wealthy — as we’ve never been abroad together or using all the newest gadget, but our needs has always been fulfilled, alhamdulillah.
My parents were never forcing their kids to do what they please. They’re the kind of parents whose supporting their kid’s dream and give us space and freedom, as long as we’re responsible. Well, I’m not the most obeying children, but those rules helped me become on track. I can turn to my parents and discussing my thoughts with them. I love to be at home because my family is warm, I feel safe and serene. While I know not all family are like that, so I count that as my privilege.
When my parents got married, they’re already an orphan (fatherless since high school). I lost my little sister and my grandma when I was 7. I lost my own father right before I went to college. Can you imagine how coping with losing has been in our menu? I was 17. My mom has been through it all at 45. There’s no time to mourn, all we have to do was get up because “life must go on”, she said.
My parent’s personality are different, as I’ve mentioned on day 1. My father was more cautious, tend to play it safe, loves to chit chat, generous, down-to-earth, neat, no drama, quite firm, cold, but deep down he’s VERY caring. He didn’t talk much, but he shows it. He’s the one who asked me if I have eaten and sleep yet, every day. He took me to school everyday, since kindergarten to his very last day (which I rejected it and now I’m regretting it). I still had a dream about him picking me up on my first day of college and work :’).
On the other side, my mother was the spontaneous, fun, reckless, impulsive one. She has a resting bitch face and she hates it when I assume that she’s mad. She’s an independent and a strong-willed woman, an ambitious who will do anything to get what she wants. She doesn’t like chit chat and mingling with stranger, she inherit it to my sister. When she’s mad, her words are sharp — it could split your throat — and that one goes to me.
I actually have 2 sisters. My late sister was the bravest little sister I’ve ever known. She was only 4, but when some bully attacked her, she punched him! We were only 3 years younger, so we were fighting everyday. I still remember how I cried, asking for forgiveness in her ambulance :-(
My now sister were 10 years younger, but still, we fight. She’s much braver than me, CALM, AND LOGIC. Seriously, she’s the one who calm me down whenever I’m having a breakdown. Feels like she’s the older sister. She has so many talent omg; she can draw, paint, bake, cook, and sing??? While I always make failed food, it can’t be eaten. She’s in an angsty teen mode right now, my mom was confused because I wasn’t like that earlier but it’s just a phase right…
My family still have flaunt here and there, but they’re enough for me. I’m glad they teach me enough manners to function in society and providing me with comfort. That’s it, that privilege is > than money privilege.
