Your family goes to bed hungry every night with nothing in the fridge.
I finish a full plate and leave the leftovers to rot because I can.

Your family sweats to death in a house with no air and broken windows.
I stay perfectly cool in expensive AC while they slowly cook.

Your family dies of thirst with cracked lips and nothing left to drink.
I fill the tub with ice-cold water and soak for hours just because it feels good.

Your family freezes under thin blankets in a house with no heat.
I stay warm under thick covers in a room they could never afford to enter.

Your family scrapes by every day just trying not to fall apart.
I live easy, comfortable, and completely untouched by the kind of pain they know.

You come from struggle.
I come from comfort.