You know, my parents were refugees from Iraq back in the 90’s when Saddam Hussein was fucking everyone over. My mom’s family had to be smuggled into Europe and run from Germany to Sweden to claim asylum, her father suffering 2 heart attacks on the way. My father’s family have to be split across the world for a couple years, leaving their kids to fend for themselves in foreign countries until they could meet up in New Zealand. My parents then met each other online in a Facebook group for our small religion, and they met up. They suffered this and are grateful they were able to have me to continue our culture and traditions, all culminating with me being here now.

Only for me to read your fucking comment and decide that I’m ending our bloodline right now

What the fuck