“Unlocking Fear: 50 Haunting Words That Will Leave You Breathless and Bewildered”
She is still really obsessed with making my child and me look bad.
I always get compliments on how sweet and well behaved my child is, and how she is friends with everyone. Ofcourse she is no angel and sometimes she misbehaves or needs to be told off, but in general, I have a really easy and sweet kid.
Well, according to this person, my 3 y/o is a danger to her children and she cannot visit her aunt anymore, who lives next door, because my child will play in that street as well and she doesn’t want to put her children in danger because, according to her, I am a terrible parent who puts no effort at all into raising her child.
The obsession is really creepy.
I would absolutely not cross the road if she’s driving there because at this point it is clear that she does not want my child to exist in the same world as hers.
“Why are you here?”
I was a university student living in the capital in a poor country that was going through a major economic crisis. I decided to volunteer with a group that was working with street kids. Mostly they just had me hang out with the kids and play soccer/football with them as we were trying to slowly gain the kids’ trust to encourage them to later get other kinds of help from programs we had. A lot of the kids had suffered all kinds of exploitation and abuse and most of them were secretly huffing glue from plastic bags they kept hidden up their sleeves.
One time I was just chatting with one of the kids and he was asking about me and I told him I was from the US. He was just dumbfounded. Then he asked me that question and I was equally dumbfounded. I realized in that moment that anything I said to him would just sound stupid and absurd to him, that I was a student trying to learn about his country, that I would go back to the US after a year. That I didn’t have an idea of what I was going to do to earn money when I got back. That I was volunteering with this group because it bothered me to see kids on the street and I wanted to help, but I wasn’t really prepared to do anything beyond coming by once a week and playing soccer.
