"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 89 ~ Money
I am not winning this battle. I hope it is just an
age related thing, but my teenager thinks money is
the best he can hope for. Wherever we are, he
makes an assessment about his surroundings: poor
people, rich people; poor houses, rich houses. I
can't blame only him, as the world make us believe
money is a great provider. And I can't say it is
only now, It has really always been so. However, I
have usually detested money, particularly in the
hands of those who flaunt it. And even the one in
my family, I was never interested in. By age 15 my
parents had told me more than once how much money
I would get should they die unexpectedly. I am
sure they did it so that I realized how well they
had provided for me, which is commendable.
However, I really couldn't
care less about the life insurance
amount. Somehow, I am not
succeeding in instilling that in
my 14-year old.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...