Once there was a sweet little girl. Her hair was blond, her eyes were blue as the sea and her smile conquered every man, including her father, who spoiled his angel-like daughter as much as he could. The mother of the girl pushed her daughter to become a kind and educated lady, but by the time the girl reached her adolescence, she rather looked and acted like a ‘bitch’. Nothing was good enough for her: no matter how many clothes her father bought her, she always complained her clothes weren’t fashionable enough; no matter how many times her father permitted her to go to a party from one of her one thousand wanna-be friends, she never kept the promise not to grouse anymore next time her parents had their doubts about giving her permission to go; no matter how many guys she called her ‘boyfriend’, within a couple of weeks she decided her current boyfriend did not meet her high demands and she dumped them one by one like a real icequeen.
After she finished high school, she went to university. Her mother refused to pay the tuition fee, and her father got ill so seriously he could not possibly suffice his daughter’s demand to pay the money. The girl then discovered a way to make money easily: she started to sell her body to the uncountable male students in search for a sweet girl to share their life with and to satisfy their sexual lust, but in stead they found the girl, who was a nice object but nothing more than that.
Four years later the girl graduated, her father died of a hart attack and her mother decided to move back to her hometown, more than 1000 miles from where the university was. The girl finally made a good decision: she started to look for a job. Eventually, she was hired as a sales executive and made good money for living. A few years later she got engaged, but just three days later she cheated on her fiancé with her boss. The two did not know of each other’s existence, but they found out soon enough: her future husband called her names and left her for another woman, and her boss fired her instantly. In all those years the girl, who was a woman now, had had many wanna-be friends, but they were all so busy with their own life that none of them ever cared whether the woman needed a shoulder to cry on. There was none so she began taking drugs and eventually killed herself during one of her ‘trips’. No one wanted to pay for her funeral, so in the end she was cremated.
Once there was a sweet little boy. His hair was black, his eyes were grey like an autumn-sky and his smile conquered every woman, including his single mother, who worked as hard as she could to provide her son with the food, clothes and toys she thought he needed. The father of the boy sometimes showed up in the house the woman and her son lived, and pushed his son to play baseball and practise his fancy-a-woman skills, but by the time the boy reached his adolescence, he preferred playing computer games, while his mum and dad were yelling at each other. He became a very shy boy, and no matter how much his mother tried to force him to go to school more often, and no matter how hard his father shouted he wasn’t acting like a real man, the boy smashed the door of his bedroom in their faces and played another game of virtual war.
After he finished high school, he listened for one time is his life to his mother and went to university. His mum helped to pay the tuition fee, but his father called him a geek and never showed up again in the house were the mother and her son still lived. The boy then discovered a way to become popular: he started to go to all the parties, drink beer and other alcoholic drinks, and fancy his female co-students, encouraged by his male co-students. Things got a little bit out of hand, when he invited two of his female friends to his house, on the same day. They met, and decided the boy was to blame for their unpleasant meeting. Fortunately, the boy’s reputation was only damaged for a little bit, and as these things happen, he soon enough found a sweet girl to share his life with and satisfy his sexual lust.
Four years later the boy had quit his studies and found himself a job, his father got in jail for robbery and his mother had an accident in which she broke her hip. The boy left his employer and stayed a little longer at home to help his mother. His girlfriend moved in and she and his mother seemed to get along very well. After a few months the boy decided to propose to his girl and they got married. His mother recovered very slowly, but she soon was able to run the house on her own again and then ensured them they could move out and build their own life. So they did. The boy (a man now) got a new job and they lived happily for a few years. The girl (a woman now) gave birth to two children and got herself a part-time job. In all those years, the boy had made good friends among his male co-students, and they saw each other very often. It was just one onfortunate day, on which the man drove his car and was involved in a deadly accident while calling one of his friends. The other car driver had ignored a red traffic-light. Few words were spoken at the funeral; all persons present were either crying or being silent. But countless relatives, friends, old classmates and people from the neigbourhood came to the man’s funeral.
Both characters did not live a perfect life, one perhaps more than the other. But in the end, there is only one question you have to ask yourself: how many people will come to my funeral?
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