Immediate relatives and some
more distant ones had her life planned for her; and her parents, the
main instigators of the status quo in their family, were rocks. They
didn't change apart from greed that intensified with years and tiers.
Stratums of higher and more violent winds raged them in insatiable
appetites. Wants fed more wants insatiably. They stayed on the same
growing pieces of land, had the same opulent homes and efficient
factories (although more and more of them), matched political ideas to
whatever brought benefits to their wallets, and with these government
positions they implanted such aspirations on the little brother's mind
with the idea that he was clay by which a conqueror with a double edged
sword of business and politics was formed. After going into the
monastery to have his foray as a monk and finishing his university
education he would be this and once she found a man in college she
would be that.
She, the girl, would be less of the plan but still, years into the
future, they would partition a piece of their land and give it to her
husband. She would be expected to reproduce her higher beings on their
land allowing the elderly parents to be spared loneliness by the
sounds of young voices.
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