You and me, we aren’t the same
Maybe we are of the same age or at the same phase of life but when I say our lives are completely different, I mean every word of it.
You are the princess of the most important man in your life, your dad, but I am not. No no no, I am not that unlucky not to have my father in my life. But he is just my father, not my dad. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining about him, he has done his duty. From paying my school bills to attending my PTMs he has done his job perfectly, the way a normal father would do. But just for once or maybe all, I wanted was to spend his few minutes with me, I wanted him to ask me about my life how happy or sad I am about it, to sit beside my bed and pat my forehead lightly when I am sick, to engulf me in comforting hugs whenever I failed or to applaud me at my small victories. All I wanted from him was to be, my dad.
My mother, the perfect woman she is. A perfect daughter-in-law, a perfect wife. Everything about her screamed of perfections, and she wanted perfection about her children too. When your first painting was hung in the wall as a matter of appreciation, mine was crushed and thrown to dustbin stating as a waste of time. We all found our first best friends in the form of our mom’s then I might add I am the loneliest person because I never had that best friend in my life. When I used to return home from school with tears, because I was bullied, I was shut up by her because she believed I was the one provoking them to bully me. I never found my loving and caring mom, because I only had my mother.
So darling you and me we aren’t the same because I live in a house and you live in a home.