Childhood was full of unfairness

Life is mysterious and many unexpected things used to happen with us. Many people used to complain that life is unfair to them and they have various kinds of logic for it. I don't know if life is truly unfair to them or life became unfair because of their past actions. Suppose we need food and we need to work hard for earning money. If we remain idle, we may starving. In such kind of situation if we say life is unfair or people are treating us unfairly by not providing food then, it's not unfair because it's a deserving situation based on our actions. But again instead of trying our best we are starting then we can say life is being unfair with us.

As a human, many unfair incidents used to happen with us. Nobody wants to be treated unfairly but it happens with us even if we don't want to and we are not responsible for it. In my life it's not different also. In recent times I can't remember if I was treated unfairly but from my childhood I was treated unfairly many times in my family and most of the time it happened because of my grandmother.

My grandmother was a racist. She used to treat well to white skin people and treat unfairly to those people who were not so white. I don't belong to white skin people and so my grandmother used to treat me badly for most of the time in the past. Almost for every unknown mistake she used to blame me. Once one of my cousins broke her glass then she directly blamed me without any kind of justification. Because of that reason most of the time she used to quarrel with my mother. There were so many things like that but I am going to share the most significant one.

One day some amount of money was lost from my grandmother. She searched a lot and after not finding the money she directly asked me where I kept the money. I was totally unaware about it because I didn't take her money. He asked me like I had stolen the money. When I said I didn't take any money, she blamed me as a thief and informed my mother and started to quarrel. As a result my mother beaten me hardly that day to confirm if I had taken the money or not because my grandmother said it confidently. Actually my mother became angry while quarrelling with my grandmother and I received the impact of it. They were 12 of my cousins and my grandmother blamed me only because she didn't like me. In fact, I think it would not be wrong if I say he used to hate me. I was powerless to prove myself.

I was treated unfairly because of my skin colour and it was not my fault because God created me like I am. Can you imagine she gave me the tag of thief for the incident. I was a little and immature and in my immature mind I used to dream or wait for her death because at the time it was my belief I could live my life happily after her death. I never blame myself for thinking that kind of thing because it was not my fault. I confidently say that she forced me to think about it in that way.

As a result I tried to maintain maximum distance from her and stay far from her as much as I could because I knew if she found any opportunity to blame me then she would not miss the opportunity. I have grown up and till a certain time I also used to hate her also.

Fortunately in the current time her mentality changed (maybe) and she try to treat me well. In fact, because of my good behaviour praise me. I know I am powerful now and I am capable of taking revenge from her also but I Let it go because nothing I am going to get by doing that. Revenge is not a good thing and it would not make my childhood time better which was lost. I knew she made my childhood life painful but I believe she realised her mistakes although she never told it to anyone.