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.Awakening to the Harsh Reality of Home

It was during the winter break of fifth or sixth grade when my father’s younger brother—my uncle—placed a pair of skates in my hands, a gift that gleamed with promise.  He led me to the private elementary school where he worked, a place that seemed to belong to another world.  On its playground, a skating track had been carved into the snow, waiting for children to glide across its frozen surface.

There, for the first time, I laced up skates and stumbled into the art of skating.  Yet what struck me more than the ice beneath my feet were the children around me—their coats thick and elegant, their scarves bright and costly.  Against their polished appearance, my own threadbare clothes seemed to shrink further into themselves, and with them, so did I.  In that moment, I discovered something I had never known: that there were children who lived adorned in wealth, their lives wrapped in abundance.
Until then, the children of my neighborhood had been much like me, their clothes plain, their lives modest.  I had never felt shame in my  worn attire, nor had I even conceived of what it meant to be dressed in affluence.  Wealth had been an abstraction, a word without shape.  But as I skated among those children, the comparison pressed itself upon me, and I began to see that there were worlds beyond my own—worlds where comfort and privilege were ordinary.

With that realization came a double-edged awakening: envy for those who lived so easily, and a creeping sense of inferiority that coiled itself around me.  I understood, perhaps for the first time, that my family’s reality was one of hardship, and that knowledge settled into me like a shadow I could not shake.

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