because I don’t remember a time when we weren’t struggling. My parents worked every day, all day, but it never seemed like enough. I remember the cold, how it bit through the thin walls of our house in the winter. There were nights when I’d curl up under a threadbare blanket, trying to ignore the hunger pangs that twisted my stomach. I knew better than to complain about being hungry. My parents had it worse, and I could see the worry in their eyes whenever they looked at me. I never asked for anything, but still, I wanted so badly to be like the other kids. They wore new clothes, had snacks they didn’t have to share, and didn’t go to bed wondering if the power would be shut off before morning. I hated how small I felt, how my world was limited to that house, the same few streets, and the sense that no matter how hard we tried, we’d always be stuck. School was my escape, but even there, I felt like an outsider. Kids would ask why I always wore the same shoes, why I never had lunch money. I’d just smile and make excuses. But inside, it stung. I couldn’t understand why life had to be like this. Why was it so hard to have enough to eat? To live in a house that didn’t leak when it rained? To be normal? When I turned fifteen, I got my first job, working at a small diner after school. It wasn’t much, just enough to help cover some of the bills. My dad had started getting sick by then, too tired to work long hours at the factory, and I could see how much it was wearing him down. Mom tried to pick up the slack, but it was never enough. I could tell she was scared, always rushing around, doing everything she could to make sure we had just enough to survive. But survival doesn’t feel like living. I hated feeling invisible, like no matter how hard we fought, we’d never escape this life. I tried to push away the bitterness, the anger, but sometimes it felt like it was swallowing me whole. I used to dream about getting out of there, about having a life where I didn’t have to worry about the next bill or the next meal. But the older I got, the more I realized that dreams were a luxury I couldn’t afford. Sometimes, when I’m alone, I let myself wonder what it would be like to not feel this weight on my chest. But then I look at my parents-how tired they are-and I know there’s no time for dreaming. There’s only surviving.
Mexcian MobaZane🔥🔥💯💯
9:50 "Oh My Foot" Bro hired an editor for india for 2$ rent money
@@Darkloyak im the editor
i said omfg but i cut off
@@deszml unc needa get an editor 🙏
@@deszml Blud is the editor and somehow put the caption as oh my foot, U use AI to caption ur stuff cuh?
@@deszml Nah but fr love ur content keep it up, ur entertaining asf frfr
5:42 christiano aint gonna save u lil bro 😭🙏
Bro on that editing grind, keep it up unc
W thumbnail as always 😂
That tumbnail is homeless Zane look 😂😂😂
Finally unc is uploading consistently🔥
Level 99 Mafia boss vs Level 1 crook ahh moment
W gameplay much love
India ahh matchmaking
Dam unc is the beard real
@@Quer3s no
Love you unc from iran ❤
Mobasane?
Never doubt unc
Ggs bro first
w rage bait
-some nga on granger jg
Damn .... Why is ROSA so so good at this game!
Bro is built dif
BRO SAVING HIS WR
You’re a lucky guy desh
Your girlfriend plays mlbb?play with her
@@singleotak_u she doesnt play much anymore
@deszml she's so sweet just like my sister, trying to make the game more fun 😆
Unc stop giving heart in my comments I am a fucking MINORR!! A MINORR!! STOPPPP!! (jk, yeah I like that shi)
Mobadesz on the thumbnail
me see lunox in video, me like the video (also play her in a video plz 😭🙏)
EZ server😮💨
Why is unc hearting n replying every comments
because
I don’t remember a time when we weren’t struggling. My parents worked every day, all day, but it never seemed like enough. I remember the cold, how it bit through the thin walls of our house in the winter. There were nights when I’d curl up under a threadbare blanket, trying to ignore the hunger pangs that twisted my stomach. I knew better than to complain about being hungry. My parents had it worse, and I could see the worry in their eyes whenever they looked at me.
I never asked for anything, but still, I wanted so badly to be like the other kids. They wore new clothes, had snacks they didn’t have to share, and didn’t go to bed wondering if the power would be shut off before morning. I hated how small I felt, how my world was limited to that house, the same few streets, and the sense that no matter how hard we tried, we’d always be stuck.
School was my escape, but even there, I felt like an outsider. Kids would ask why I always wore the same shoes, why I never had lunch money. I’d just smile and make excuses. But inside, it stung. I couldn’t understand why life had to be like this. Why was it so hard to have enough to eat? To live in a house that didn’t leak when it rained? To be normal?
When I turned fifteen, I got my first job, working at a small diner after school. It wasn’t much, just enough to help cover some of the bills. My dad had started getting sick by then, too tired to work long hours at the factory, and I could see how much it was wearing him down. Mom tried to pick up the slack, but it was never enough. I could tell she was scared, always rushing around, doing everything she could to make sure we had just enough to survive.
But survival doesn’t feel like living. I hated feeling invisible, like no matter how hard we fought, we’d never escape this life. I tried to push away the bitterness, the anger, but sometimes it felt like it was swallowing me whole. I used to dream about getting out of there, about having a life where I didn’t have to worry about the next bill or the next meal. But the older I got, the more I realized that dreams were a luxury I couldn’t afford.
Sometimes, when I’m alone, I let myself wonder what it would be like to not feel this weight on my chest. But then I look at my parents-how tired they are-and I know there’s no time for dreaming. There’s only surviving.
@@deszmlu deadass? 😭🙏
@@deszml Lmfaoo 💀💀
@@deszmlBraah you so fk*ng troll and im all for it lmao 😂
Unc's editing on point now 🗿🗿
@@arkaprabhabhattacharya3036 lil sum nun tol extravagent
Big word 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊@@deszml
@@deszml "tol extravergent" Unc has permanent brain damage from playing ML. 💀💀☠☠
Hope my gameplay can inspire you to play Gusion ;)
Unc build different 😏🗿