Because I’d make sure she doesn’t feel neglected and she’d feel safe.
Because I’d make sure she won’t be scared to ask.
Because I’d make sure she will find good friends.
Even when her own family isn’t.
I am not going to be like how they raised me.
Nature molded me.
Nurture … well, it was their responsibility.
Couldn’t say they did anything.
Except solidify my distaste for being someone like them.
I know I will never be like them.
I know because I know the hurt it brings.
Empathy and feeling pity…
Where does that get us, really?
We pray for all those unfortunate souls;
But what do we really do to help those who need it most?