Talk about being self-centered.
I'm just saying, our parents could have handled it better. I'm not going to pretend to know what it's like to go through a war and face nameless atrocities on a daily basis, but, couldn't they have thought about what it would be like for us in this "new world" they had succeeded in founding twenty-four years ago?
On my first train ride ever to Hogwarts, a third year approached me and asked for my autograph. It is safe to say my eleven-year-old psyche was not ready for that kind of attention. During those first few months I was confused, irritated and upset. The moment I came home for Christmas, I sat my parents down and demanded they told me the truth. To their credit, they did seem genuinely distressed and apologetic, but they still fed me a heavily edited version of the events that went down in 1998.
I had to find out in a stupid classroom, surrounded by a bunch of strangers. Is that really love? Where is that bravery they used to flaunt so much?