At the end of the day “What Matters Most”?
My right to defend myself was taken from me by the HOUSTON CLAN and documented in a court of law.
Their views, and only their views, of who I am, who their father was and who my mother was was recorded into infinity.
Our dignity was taken from us and we die in shame and helplessness.
I lived my life in shame and humiliation. The shallow mindedness of this HOUSTON CLAN made sure our lives were degraded to our last breath. They reveled in it, they grasped onto a lie and ran with it to never look back at the damage they did.
They opened their mouths and closed their minds never to give me a chance. They spoke for their father without proof, they cornered my mother without shame. They used their numbers to overpower us. This is what they did with their money – took our dignity from us.
What is left.
I will speak for the man who was degraded by his children. I will speak for the woman who loved them all. She didn’t have time for me until the end because she needed me and she realized how much they hated her.
I wiped her bottom, I cleaned up her vomit, I dressed her, I dabbed her tears away. I soothed her as she was forced to see the truth that she had closed her eyes to, I reassured her I was there and not going away, I held her hand as the life in her drained from her body.
Her dear husband never wanted this for her, he loved her too much. But they said he did. How sad they let this poor man die in panic and confusion about what these children of his were doing to his beloved wife.
One day this dear man fell to the floor as he tried to dress himself. I rushed to his side and covered him up to keep his dignity in tact and then slowly dressed his old and brittle bones. He asked me to take care of my mother, I said I would. I cradled him in my arms and said not to worry. He said he loved me.
They made my mother feel ashamed about what she had done, or not done, to me. I know what happened and I knew her heart. She was fragile, vulnerable and had closed her eyes to protect herself. Protecting oneself if the basis of life. I cannot fault her for that.
At the end of the day “what matters”.