Victimized

We, as kids are often victimized...
Victimized in the sense that our parents use us as "weapons"/"trophies" to compete in their war of comparison...
I bumped into a neighbour in the lift and he happens to be an old friend of dad's...
I kinda regretted holding the lift for him while he threw pamphlets into the trash bin... I had the choice to walk slower when I saw him from afar but I did not...
When he entered the lift, I could immediately sense this aura of pretentious exuding from him...
Knowing his family background - 3 daughters who happened to be all degree holders... Imagine how proud he was? *rolls eyes*
I sometimes pity my dad whenever he goes for social gatherings like weddings or even festive celebrations...
People form the perception that my family only breeds stupid kids because my brother went to ITE...
I felt as if we were being stigmatized... Is there something wrong with people going to ITE?
When I managed to squeeze my way into NUS, I knew my parents were happy for me but I couldn't help but think that they were more happy for themselves...
I don't mind being used to compete with people like that stupid uncle...
But is this how things are supposed to be?
I more or less expected the questions that came out of his mouth... and I was spot on...

1)What are you doing now? Me:Studying
2)What school are you in? Me:NUS

-silence-

Me: Bye uncle...

I could almost sense his disbelief after I answered his question... The condescending look he gave me... Felt like punching his face...
I was so glad I was holding the super thick psychology book while I was in the lift... That was evident enough to shut his trap...
He couldn't believe my dad was able to have a son who could actually made it to university...
Perhaps he was just jealous of my dad... him having no male offsprings to carry on his lineage... now I wonder what kind of era are we in?

When I went back home, I told my mum...
"Ma, I bumped into Ah Ek uncle just now"
My mum replied, "so did he ask you what you were doing and which school you were studying?"
I said, "how did you know?"
My mum said "your dad mentioned that you were going into NUS the other time and he didn't seem to believe even though he kept quiet, he just showed an unhappy face to your dad... that's all... don't talk to him next time when you see him... he looks down on people..."

And true enough, he does...