Hello. My name is Stephanie and I'm tired of being a superhero.
I have a brother and sister, I am 12, my brother is 11, and my younger sister is 9 years old. We have peculiar parents: they believe in karma and soul transmigration. And for some reason they decided that it was I who sinned a lot in past lives and now I have to work extra hard to make up for it. This sounds like nonsense, I know.
Since I was little, I was taught to always share and help everyone. I help my parents at home, my brother and sister, my friends, passers-by on the street, anyone who comes to me, and because of this my friends jokingly call me a superhero. But can it be otherwise?
I know that it can be for others, but not in my case. I am so used to the parade of good deeds, I participate in, that I lost sight of myself.
โStephanie, can you give me your new dress for a while? I have wanted one like it,โ my sister asks, and of course I give it to her. This dress, by the way, I bought with my own money I had been saving, and had dreamed of owning for a long time.
"Stephanie, Iโve barely eaten today, can I eat your meatballs?" my brother asks. And I give him my meatballs, and then I count the minutes before dinner and hope not to die of hunger in the meantime.
Friends invite me to hang out, and we make plans to watch a movie or just chill, but once Iโm at their place they ask me to help them clean. "Sorry, dear, itโs just my dad will be home soon, we need to clean up, or he will be veeery angry ... you can help me, right? And we'll watch the movie some other time โpromise!"
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