The day my father got betrayed by his own family. By the time he realized that his brothers and sister had stolen his share of the inheritance by influencing his mother (my grandmother), it was already too late.
He received nothing. And I received nothing. I was just a little kid back then, but I still remember him yelling at my grandmother, asking why the fuck she gave everything to the others and nothing to him. Even an adopted kid received a big land, and it killed him from inside.
Year later, my father died in an accident.
I didn’t understand it back then, but now I do. Those people sold all the land and used the money to send their kids abroad.
My father and his older brother both worked at SLT. His brother was a manager or something, while my dad was just a clerk/technical assistant. Even at my father’s funeral, his brother got caught siphoning money that my dad’s friends had collected. We only found out later that they had given him the money to pass on to my mom ,but he never gave her a cent.
Most of my relatives haven’t been to our home in over 15 years. They don’t come because, deep down, they either know what they did was wrong or they simply don’t care. anyway fuck 'em
That's why I'm grinding so hard right now. Someday I'll be unstoppable, and I swear to God I'll make those people regret what they did.
Amen
මේ ජීවිතේට වඩා අත මරන්න කළින් ජීවිතය මාර සුන්දරයි නේද 
TG ඉන්නවනං කටපියං හිටු 
