The Barbarous Moment

Her mother was the sole breadwinner, stood tall as a feminine symbol, laboring to lift her family out of poverty, pay-check by pay-check. When she was a tiny girl, her mother pampered her in her carriage. Many years since and she's never forgotten how to emulate her mom's work ethic, and self-sacrifice, hoping to see her girls in marriage, just like her, without her bad luck of a lousy husband, who never paid child support. All hopeful souls among us leap straight to misfortune. I take no pleasure in informing you that she found herself coughing one day, and then the chill and the temperature and, before you know it, she was rushed to hospital, worried to death about her kids left with a neighbor. But tragedy struck before midnight only hours after she pleaded with the doctors, I am better need to go home and my children. She had forgotten to add that her home was served a notice to vacate by the landlord and for now her car had to do as the new apartment. For the thousands entrenched in suffering, most would shed tears but the affluent would not blink the lids. Her death reminded us class inequality we 're accustomed to is rape of humanity. Do not argue with the rich unless you want to steal their money, her mother had once told her.