I was called insubordinate.

I do not understand why.

It makes as much sense as a flying pig.

Or a sun that emits darkness.

A freak event of nature that should never have existed.

***

Insubordination would mean I had to work for you.

A position where I had to answer your call.

Pushed and pulled in whatever way you please.

But I have never worked for you.

I am not under your power.

I do not receive a single benefit from doing as you say.

***

Of course, I never mind spending effort to help.

But not you.

Whatever generousity I held, you spent ten times over already.

Whatever I have left stems not from you.

A strange factor of grace drilled into my heart.

It never means that I forgot or have forgiven.

***

Please do not try to put me in a lower position.

We share the same life, troubles, and world.

No line exists and I would never want one.

Even if I was in a higher position than you, I would never behave the same.

There is only one big difference between us:

Empathy.