It hurts my mind. It bruises my heart. It pierces my soul. I see you. Such a fine young man. Well brought up. You my classmate. Well behaved. Your character really impresses. But now. Barely a year after. You have gone crazy. Obsessing about girls. Clubbing excessively. Smoking everything you can get in a wrap. Drinking everything in any bottle. And shamelessly publicizing it to the world. Oh! Such degeneration! Those that see him say. 'it is the fault of his mother.' Poor woman! But is it not her fault? Of course it is! She taught him. Imposed all on him. Chained him. Watched all his movements. Her eyes are like those of a hawk. He felt controlled. Caged. Bound. Restricted. Now he is free. He misbehaves. She grieves. Now he is in his late twenties. Yet. He lives the life of a teenager. Engaging in activities his friends did as youngsters. Shunning things of importance his mates now regard. What a waste! Though hope is not lost. He may grow up in his late forties. Who knows?
*shakes head* Indeed, it saddens me!
- This is to all parents with young children. Guide and teach them quality morals and principles, then give them a bit of space and let them make their mistakes while you pray for them. This story here is real. Take caution so your children don't start to act like kids when they are supposed to become responsible. Tag other parents on this please!
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