Snobs and hypocrites.

Yeah my parents grew up poor. My mum grew up in a third world country on a rice farm. My dad grew up during WW2 in a small flat.
My mum was one of thirteen children, seven survived infancy.
My aunt once said to me,
'I had a twin you know'
'Really, where is she?'
'She died when we were little, because I WAS STRONGER' :D
...I laughed.
They lived raising waterbuffalo, and cultivating rice. They had lots of hard work on the farm on top of school, they lived in the house my grandparents built themselves.
My father grew up in a war, and he was used to death. He'd help clear up the streets by picking up arms (legs were too heavy for him at his age) It was common to go to school in the morning, sit during register, have John's name called out and someone to say,
'Oh, he died last night. Blown to bits'
The class would carry on as usual.

Once my dad was in his Aunt's house during an air raid. There was no time to go to shelter, so his aunt quickly hauled the sofa over, and threw him underneath, before climbing in after. A bomb went off outside the house and smashed open the windows. Shards of glass were embedded in the sofa when they emerged. He could have died that day.
He said it didn't bother him, because he was born into war. This was normality.

Daddy worked hard to earn our money, being intelligent, almost a genius. A successful toxicologist.
Growing up on the rice farm with Nui and Moi, it made me one of them. I've had the most fun in my life, being poorer than most people have ever known.

Anyway, they taught me not to look down on people with shallower pockets, cause they're just like me.
So I always loved anyone regardless of anything. Colour or background. And I was disgusted with anyone else who did.
Then I realised, that some people, who aren't as well off, automatically hate people who are. Fair enough, but it just seems.. weird?
Maybe they resent that they don't have as much, and that some people can be snobs, and you can stereotype that..
Whatever the reason, money doesn't matter to me, as long as I'm happy. Material objects don't have as much value as people who you love, and people who love you.