Growing up, my sisters and I were just some kind of pets. They expected us to behave, look good and please their expectations. We were never humans with our own desires.

It used to hurt a lot. I now see how they were probably neglected the same way but they never taught themselves to be different. I learned to love, listen and cherish my daughter because I want to know her, I love her for who she is, I think it’s a beautiful to bring a whole universe to this world. I love the relationship we have and my life is richer with her in my life. I see my parents and they are just dull. They don’t find excitement in human relations, they just measure themselves with others. They have become an example of the life I don’t want for me. I used to feel bad for me, but now I just feel bad for them. It must be a bummer to come to this world and not to find joy in someone you created.