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My mother didn't care for my father. My father didn't cared for my mother.

They merely existed in a marriage they were put into.

They tried to run though. My mother tried to say yes to another man. My father ran away from the city.

They were brought together anyhow.

My mother didn't loved my father, she loved stability much more to do so. My father didn't loved my mother, he held freedom much precious to do so.

They coordinated enough to be there for each other. They supported enough to survive through times.

My mother didn't liked my father, she was shoved into the marriage world very young. My father didn't liked my mother, he had his life planned very ahead.

They just beared each other to live through time.

They didn't appreciated each other.

So my mother didn't cared for me as much as she did to the other children.

So my father didn't liked me enough to think of him in my future.

They did raised me though.

They raised me into a systematic human. Who controls her tears in public but forget to let them out in private.

Who knows exactly what to say to others but doesn't remember the words for herself.

Who always leads but never becomes the leader.

Unfortunately for my mother, I am like my father and fortunately for her daughter, she likes her father.

Although as a daughter, her father is the perfect man to exist, as a woman that man is a bad husband.

I do wish everyone gets a father like him, I do not hope anyone gets a husband like him.

Sadly for my father, I inherited my mother's stubbornness, gladly, his daughter never uses it against him.

Yet as a daughter, her mother is the worst mother undeserving of a child, as a woman, she is the epitome of maternal love.

I hope every child gets a mother like her, but I wish she was a mother to me.

I do not hate my mother, but my good future never includes her.

I do love my father, but my ideal man is never his reflection.

My childhood would always call for my mother's love to even caress me but my teenage years will always yearn for my father's affection.

At the end, my adulthood will always be with herself with sneaky eyes searching for fondness.

I will always be my father's baby and my mother's daughter.

That man will never accept me as a daughter. That woman will never see me as her baby.

Because God has a sense of humor, and I am one of his best jokes.

My mother didn't care for my father. My father didn't cared for my mother.

They merely existed in a marriage they were put into.

They tried to run though. My mother tried to say yes to another man. My father ran away from the city.

They were brought together anyhow.

My mother didn't loved my father, she loved stability much more to do so. My father didn't loved my mother, he held freedom much precious to do so.

They coordinated enough to be there for each other. They supported enough to survive through times.

My mother didn't liked my father, she was shoved into the marriage world very young. My father didn't liked my mother, he had his life planned very ahead.

They just beared each other to live through time.

They didn't appreciated each other.

So my mother didn't cared for me as much as she did to the other children.

So my father didn't liked me enough to think of him in my future.

They did raised me though.

They raised me into a systematic human. Who controls her tears in public but forget to let them out in private.

Who knows exactly what to say to others but doesn't remember the words for herself.

Who always leads but never becomes the leader.

Unfortunately for my mother, I am like my father and fortunately for her daughter, she likes her father.

Although as a daughter, her father is the perfect man to exist, as a woman that man is a bad husband.

I do wish everyone gets a father like him, I do not hope anyone gets a husband like him.

Sadly for my father, I inherited my mother's stubbornness, gladly, his daughter never uses it against him.

Yet as a daughter, her mother is the worst mother undeserving of a child, as a woman, she is the epitome of maternal love.

I hope every child gets a mother like her, but I wish she was a mother to me.

I do not hate my mother, but my good future never includes her.

I do love my father, but my ideal man is never his reflection.

My childhood would always call for my mother's love to even caress me but my teenage years will always yearn for my father's affection.

At the end, my adulthood will always be with herself with sneaky eyes searching for fondness.

I will always be my father's baby and my mother's daughter.

That man will never accept me as a daughter. That woman will never see me as her baby.

Because God has a sense of humor, and I am one of his best jokes.

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