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The scariest word used in my family was ‘capitalism.’ I still remembered why that word terrified me so. Walking on eggshells with no way to keep from breaking them, the best way for me to avoid the poisoning collision of reaching for my own stars and making my dreams come true was to avoid the fragile egotism of control the culture and my parents imposed on me to fulfill the pace in their footsteps. Seized by their concept of ‘capitalism’ and how it segued through the family business, I tried my best to follow their rules but I did not like it.

My silence indicated how much venom I had for their definition of ‘capitalism.’ The silence tells my story and the hatred I had for my father's greed. He did not need the money but from the status of people knowing he had the money.

My mother also bears fault for what I became. She nurtured me on the basics of her work ethic. With callused hands and bruised ego, I blindly o

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