Justice doesn't come all the time

Every action we make in life has consequences. If we do good work, people try to support us, and if we do something bad, they don't hesitate to criticize. I think it's okay if people blame us for making mistakes, but sometimes we become victims, and we are wrongly accused. And I am quite sure everyone has at least one such kind of story.

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Since my childhood, I have been wrongly accused many times, especially by my grandmother. Since my childhood, I understood quite well that my grandmother (father's mother) didn't like me. At that time I didn't know the reason for disliking me, which I understood later. I can clearly say that there is not even a good moment with her to remember. I think in this case I am a little bit unlucky because other kids have good bonds with their grandmother, whereas mine is different. Whatever, it's something that was not in my control, and I don't feel bad for it.

I always tried to avoid my grandmother as I didn't like her attitude towards me. It might be possible I was afraid of her also. In rare cases, I went to her room when I was forced to. One day my grandmother lost some money that is equal to $5. My grandmother started to shout and made a hassle for it. She directly accused me of stealing the money from her and started quarreling with my mother. We were in a joint family, and there were 14 cousins available there, but she accused me only for it. I was totally speechless because I didn't know what to say to defend myself except to deny it. I was little, and it was hard for me to defend myself when my grandmother was insisting on proof that I was the thief.

Except for my mother, nobody tried to defend me in that situation. She asked me several times if I had taken the money for confirmation, and I told her the truth. To be honest, I felt guilty even if I didn't steal her money because she created the environment like I was the one who stole the money. I felt bad about it.

You may be curious to know what happened later. Right? Nothing happened later because she didn't get her money back, and I didn't get any opportunity to prove my innocence. I think that's how life is. Justice doesn't come all the time. Sometimes people don't get punished after doing bad things, and again, sometimes people take the blame for what they have never done. I wish I had grown up in that time so I could have defended myself well.