Humiliation
By: RDV
Twenty million bucks. How could twenty million bucks disappear like that? How could it vanish along with the adolescence of the Amir children? We’ve heard tell of things going quickly soon as they come. But twenty million bucks, is it one of those things?
The Amir family had been lucky insofar as gambling was concerned. So when they won the lottery it came as almost no surprise. The surprise, however, lay on the amount they won. The loot incommensurable. It was vast beyond words. Fortune came in excess, so they said. And so they thought.
Fast as the news traveled, the relatives came flooding their door. They, generous, naïve, welcomed everybody. It wasn’t right, as was intelligently observed by their friends. It wasn’t right that they’d go open-fisted on hungry, free-loading friends and relatives. It seemed like everybody got a lion’s share of their unexpected wealth. Most especially the father’s mother, who made sure she could squeeze out her share for her plastic surgery.
In time they continued spending money like water. People weren’t sure why they never even covered their life insurances, why there was no educational plan for the children, why they didn’t even allot some of the fortune for traveling. Nothing. All came to nothing. And they realized that the money wasn’t there to stay. It was gone, all of it goddamn it. What was left is the renovated unit. What was left was the family members. And the memory of the twenty million bucks. And sighs of what could’ve been.
Even the house was on mortgage now. The three boys were all fathers now, with nothing to feed their children, with no education to bag them a decent job. All in shorter time than a blink of an eye. Their parents probably thought that twenty million pesos would be enough, that they could spoil their children and permit them to bum around instead of finishing their high school. Now there wasn’t even enough to send any of them to college. And they have impregnated their girlfriends, which meant nothing but higher cost of living. Truants. Hormone-driven good-for-nothings. Where are you all headed now? To your two-bedroom unit? You couldn’t even buy your babies milk.
They still owned the property, a farm, they bought in some provincial land. They could sell the house to pay off their debts and move to the farm. Only life wouldn’t be easy there. The boys could find work in construction companies. After all there was only marginal chance of a better-paying job than that. And who would take them with no educational background to speak of? Of course, that’s why there are jobs like that which require strength and not too much of thinking. That’s why they should move now because the new owner of their unit had been lately pissed off by the delay.
Thrown out just when they won twenty million? Unfuckingbelievable. What an outrage! Twenty million bucks. One is often asked beforehand what he plans to do with it.
Think.
Twenty million bucks. How could twenty million bucks disappear like that? How could it vanish along with the adolescence of the Amir children? We’ve heard tell of things going quickly soon as they come. But twenty million bucks, is it one of those things?
The Amir family had been lucky insofar as gambling was concerned. So when they won the lottery it came as almost no surprise. The surprise, however, lay on the amount they won. The loot incommensurable. It was vast beyond words. Fortune came in excess, so they said. And so they thought.
Fast as the news traveled, the relatives came flooding their door. They, generous, naïve, welcomed everybody. It wasn’t right, as was intelligently observed by their friends. It wasn’t right that they’d go open-fisted on hungry, free-loading friends and relatives. It seemed like everybody got a lion’s share of their unexpected wealth. Most especially the father’s mother, who made sure she could squeeze out her share for her plastic surgery.
In time they continued spending money like water. People weren’t sure why they never even covered their life insurances, why there was no educational plan for the children, why they didn’t even allot some of the fortune for traveling. Nothing. All came to nothing. And they realized that the money wasn’t there to stay. It was gone, all of it goddamn it. What was left is the renovated unit. What was left was the family members. And the memory of the twenty million bucks. And sighs of what could’ve been.
Even the house was on mortgage now. The three boys were all fathers now, with nothing to feed their children, with no education to bag them a decent job. All in shorter time than a blink of an eye. Their parents probably thought that twenty million pesos would be enough, that they could spoil their children and permit them to bum around instead of finishing their high school. Now there wasn’t even enough to send any of them to college. And they have impregnated their girlfriends, which meant nothing but higher cost of living. Truants. Hormone-driven good-for-nothings. Where are you all headed now? To your two-bedroom unit? You couldn’t even buy your babies milk.
They still owned the property, a farm, they bought in some provincial land. They could sell the house to pay off their debts and move to the farm. Only life wouldn’t be easy there. The boys could find work in construction companies. After all there was only marginal chance of a better-paying job than that. And who would take them with no educational background to speak of? Of course, that’s why there are jobs like that which require strength and not too much of thinking. That’s why they should move now because the new owner of their unit had been lately pissed off by the delay.
Thrown out just when they won twenty million? Unfuckingbelievable. What an outrage! Twenty million bucks. One is often asked beforehand what he plans to do with it.
Think.
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