(Aug 18, 7:22pm)

Most people have been so unkind to me, including the ones the Gods ordained to be my "own", and in fact including the Gods themselves, that my idea of who is good has, gradually but distinctly, shrinked into trusting those who have been little less unkind!

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In twenty five years has there been one who has loved me persistently? Stood by me and supported me, without once impelled to know if there's reason or not?

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Grandmom.. but she was one woman... old and feeble, and without resources... such sad truths undermining her worth in a world which is obsessed with the rich and mighty..

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As a child that was insignificant.. her joyous presence in a lonely world, was one overpowering feel..

At least so overpowering as to quell any interest, to weigh her love against an imperilled future.. or foresee, that love itself becomes insufficient when you're exposed to circumstances..

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What did she leave me? what security against lifetime's encounter with tyrants..

But there's no point blaming..

Had my grandfather not willed away everything to who he thought needed them more, she would, I am sure, provide me well to allow any slip from my rightful station..

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But isn't this ironical?

Of the two ladies who loved me, one had the thoughts  but not the resources.. while the other, the other way round!

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Blessings?
Very well, and abundantly..

and all the time!

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But did you notice, blessings do not work in a vile world?

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