Oye straaaaangerrr,
How…… Hey, hold on, let me first
check if my parents are nearby. Good, they are not anywhere near me. Sorry for
that. It’s just that I have been told right from my younger days that I
shouldn’t talk to any strangers, let alone write to them. They are bad, it
seems. THAT’S A GENERALIZATION, and not pointed at you, I swear. So, you don’t
have to feel bad or be mad at me or, for the matter of fact, at my parents.
It’s not only them, but all parents do. You better ask yours’ too.
By the way, why do people say
that? Isn’t that gross? It’s a pity you’re blamed. Not all strangers are bad, I
know. Poor parents, they don’t. Or they do, yet they want to be careful of
those bad versions (persons) of you people. I hope that might well have
explained my stand.
So, how do you do? You’re doing
well, I assume. With that, I want to ask you one thing – What will you do when
people, in the sense the parents, act bad to you at your face? I know it hurts.
So, how do you soothe yourself? Is there a way that the parents could play it
safe? Because, you know, I too will, when I become a dad, put the tag ‘Beware
of Strangers’ before my children’s eyes. But I don’t want it to hurt you in any
way. So try to answer me.
Since you’re a stranger, I’m not
going to share my identity with you. I can imagine your laugh. It’s my age,
right? Okay, listen, I know I’m at a stage in life where I shouldn’t be afraid
of a stranger. But I’m a kid by heart, and hence, safety first, your hurt next.
If you feel you have to answer my question, you yourself find a way, and try to
reach me.
Bye.
- a stranger.
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