frozentinker432 said:their history belongs to all of us in America. It’s part of my parents, my kids, and their kids too. I haven't sat there watching a best friend pass away right next to me, but just knowing your husband—and so many others—went through that... it hurts. It really does. It’s what triggered that reaction a few pages back. I don't know, maybe it's just because it's my people, and that makes me who I am. It's in my blood. Their suffering feels like my own, and I honestly don't get why that's so hard for some people to grasp. Does it even matter if I'm seventeen? Honestly, I don't feel seventeen; I feel like I'm a thousand and seventeen years old. My people's history was etched into me the moment I was born, and I can't—I won't—ever let go of it. I don't want to.
Sorry if I'm being a bit pathetic this time around.
I think we just "misunderstood" each other from the very start. I wasn't trying to judge you for your age, (that bit in my previous post was just a joke based on what Salvador wrote, since I'm basically an old lady😬 ). I don't believe for a second that you don't have the right to feel, debate, or see things differently. I only brought up your age because I feel like a young person's life should be free from certain ugly things—things that the older generation unfortunately had to endure and will carry forever. No one is telling you to just "get over" your history; that's impossible anyway. We need to know our history, exactly as it happened. We have to honor the struggle and the pain our loved ones went through, but we also have to hope and work toward making sure it never happens again. We have to prevent history from repeating itself.
When I was five, ten, or seventeen, I had my own dreams and I lived them fully. That’s all I want for my child, too. That's where my perspective comes from.