Write a narrative essay about a moment in your life when you were judged by something other than the content of your character. Use narrative techniques to develop experiences, events, and characters.

I come from one of those families that have a traditionally safe approach when it comes to money. That means, we don't really spend it. My father and mother seem to be constatnly afraid of the unexpected. "You never know," they say, as if the universe were ready to jump at our throats at any second. We might fall sick, the car might break... there is always something to worry about, some unforeseen circumstance that might ruin our lives if we don't have the bucks to deal with it when (if) it comes.

Due to that perspective, we've always had less than we could have. We live in a quite regular house, we don't have the fanciest smartphones out there, and our clothes are cheap and comfortable. We buy them at department stores, and wear them for quite some time, only discarding what is beyond repair. I've never seen any problems in doing that, although I do believe people like us should learn to enjoy their own money a little better. It's okay to spend a little more sometimes. But if you don't want to, you have the right to do as you please.

Apparently, there are people who do not think the same way as I do. After being invited to a certain party, I was very excited! My friends would all be there but, as I heard them talk, I grew a bit worried.

a) walter looks unhealthy

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