Whether we realize it or not, we are becoming our parents in a way or another.
Good. Or bad.
A splash of genetics or somewhat an environmental confirmation that our body has devour, becomes what we are today.
I'm not sure when I heard my father tonight, creating a fuss over a simple thing in a very cukup-cukup makan restaurant, and I felt ashamed and embarrassed (while promising myself to never eat with him again, outside; like I promised before, over and over again) but yet, I almost did the same thing at another restaurant during my lunch time.
Well, that's not good. From the look of it, I can blame it on their parenting but on another level, really, what should (and can) I do about it?
That's the bigger thing.
Good. Or bad.
A splash of genetics or somewhat an environmental confirmation that our body has devour, becomes what we are today.
I'm not sure when I heard my father tonight, creating a fuss over a simple thing in a very cukup-cukup makan restaurant, and I felt ashamed and embarrassed (while promising myself to never eat with him again, outside; like I promised before, over and over again) but yet, I almost did the same thing at another restaurant during my lunch time.
Well, that's not good. From the look of it, I can blame it on their parenting but on another level, really, what should (and can) I do about it?
That's the bigger thing.
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