Money. The most necessary of evils that can completely change a person for better or worse. My mother lives comfortably now, but she’s grown used to it, and it’s brought her no greater happiness. It never brought my father any either. And for me, it is an insult. I hate it. I hate the power it gives to those who don’t deserve it, and the lives it steals for those who are a slave for just a little of it. I hate the greed, and the thirsty deeds done to acquire it, and the fear and the bitterness it inspires in those who don’t have it.
