One of the basic truth about me is that I love kids. I have always dreamt of having kids and raising them to become good human beings. I had always wanted to have a daughter, buy pretty clothes for her, tie her hair in a neat ponytail. I have always looked forward to my daughter becoming a sweet little charming geirl. I would have so liked the see her going around collecting praise for being plite and respectful and then growing up in a loving young lady.
Well, it has all changed recently. I look at the world as it is today and get scared rather than hopeful about having to raise my kids. I don't want to be responsible for bringing some body in this kind of a world. What is it? There are so many kids out there and so many parents. In fact, two parents per single child and still they are not able to make children good human beings. The world full of guilt and of crime and of treachery and of lies. A world so full of joyless creatures just carrying on their lives of no purpose and raising klids for thw sake of raising them. I don't like this world. How could I give it a young precious little gift, a part of myself? I don't know how could I convince myself of this? Would it not be like letting my young one down? Could I stake a life for the fulfillment of a dream that I have been harbroing?
