Art of Democracy
A few days ago, my grandfather and I were talking, debating really. But, amidst our talking, I was unable to get my ideas across.
I was adequately interrupted mid-thought and I soon lost the will to debate or even my reason to. He spoke over me and twisted my incomplete thoughts. My mother attempted to stand in as a mediator, but he refused to listen to either of us, even my father.
As thus, when there was a debate - a negotiation that had gone awry, really - over the break, my family was unable to come to a conclusion.
But, as we debated, my grandfather tried to help me understand the concepts of democracy that I seemed to fail in grasping.
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