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Growing up in a rich family, am really a spoiled girl. Never do housework, got driver to fetch to and fro school and anywhere else. Wasnt allowed to join classmates for any outings...gee...being a rich family's child, life is horrible...no freedom like the rest of the children. Still remember once i sneaked out in bicycle with my classmates when my parents were out somewhere, and was caught by my parent's workers, and was really beaten up when arriving home.

My life and my children's life is so so much different. When i was young, i wasnt even allow to argue with my parents. Look at the children nowadays, if the parents were to scold them or beat them, the first thing came out from their mouth is "I will report you to police" or "i am leaving the house". The younger generations dont have the respect to the parents like we had before. Althought i dont have the freedom i had like my children, i will still say i had a nice life.




My house in my home town is big, planted with rumbutan, durian, mango trees. It is situated in a small out of place town. Everyone in this town know everyone, so no way can i escape being noticed. Also my family are really pets lovers. House full of birds, dogs, goose, chicken, fish, squirels. I really miss my young life where i was surrounded with all the animals. Missed the joy of eating rumbutans under the tree early the morning. Gee....the taste is so much different if you are to eat it early the morning right from the tree.

Its only after my parents death, that i really started to miss them...missed my mother's cooking, missed my father's available helps when i was in trouble. Missed the happy, laughing family we had before. All these only when you loose something only then you know the value of it.