Brother boy

You didn't need to fuck me up all over again. You've done it so many times already. Actions you took, actions you didn't take. Things you said, things you never said. Punish me for my distance like they always do. Punish the non-ownership of me like all these men do. Except, you were very right, you are (merely) a "male". Isn't it that what you called yourself in the message of the family group, your Muslim sunni God has indeed ordered for "males" to have double the females share in the inheritance Muslim law. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Have you been working all those 54 years on your idiocy? Because you've gotten yourself to a really impressive level at this stage. You ought to be proud. Also, your accounting skills are spot on. Did you ever think of that day you visited me and daughter - your niece - at the start of corona, with your hazmat suit, sitting on my couch, after spending a day at work, so that you could take that supposed filth and germs out when you get inside your own place with your wife and daughter. A male indeed! Good luck my dear friend, oh how it used to be nice when I had my eyes and mouth shut back in the days. I used to take you for a brother, the eldest, our protector and guardian and the "man" of the family. Not to mention our own special bond you and me, from back in the days. Would you believe that? You've turned, full on now, with quite the show! I always took you for a private person, look at you now enjoying the lights. Flutter your feather, say goodbye to your humanness, welcome all of them entities residing your soul. It was nice when I once knew you, and connected with your core. So long, and adieu!