Every time I'm treated badly, I always remember that not everyone is raised and loved the same way. Some grow up without affection, some come from broken homes, and some are never taught how to treat others well. This isn't to justify it, but to understand that not everyone has the same "provisions." If we were raised with love, our job remains to bring kindness to them, because we may be the only proof that kindness truly exists.
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