Even from the womb I had heard,
only if the father is wealthy does the unborn child’s value increase.
So I wanted to place my worn-out two feet on the mung-ball planet without stepping into the chest of this tiny man called Earth.
But what to think,
God sent me to Earth and that too in the house of some former government slave.
My father is a petty bourgeois.
Therefore, the lament of the proletariat’s lack could not reach my ears.
I hear lack as, shortage of electronic parts,
my brother’s sexual desire unmet, and my sister’s shame lacking because the bra strap was left drying in the yard.
Of course, I have not seen any personal specific lack except my mother’s tears. Therefore, let the big people forgive my petty bourgeois father, he could not really give much to my mother several useless children aside.
