Pamana po...

In the latest turn of events, I was thinking: Are we sons/daughters really meant to take on the shit that their parent/s left behind, whether they be still living (and sometimes breathing down your necks...) or deceased (Siya nawa.)?

Some may choose to escape (run far far far far away) from the curse of the rentals. And some unfortunately have to deal with this shit till the day they die.

Some parents are good enough to try to lessen the shit (probably eat some shit and leave some for you) but some just can't swim through the shit they're in and they have to drag their children in.