What is my fault? If I am not like the way you expect me to be. What is my fault? If I am different then other daughters of this society. What is my fault? If I am unique. What is my fault? If I am me.
I don't know how you actually felt when you held me in your arms for the first time. I can only guess that you must have felt happy but not happier. I know you have done a lot for your two children but your daughter has always felt that something could have been more better. I don't want to compare your love towards your two children but I have always missed your brightest smile when I have excelled in my studies. You have never boasted about your daughter's intelligence with the relatives. And that hurts.
As far as I have understood you, you have always wanted your daughter to be better in the household activities. Maybe you want to boast about your daughter cooking a wonderful meal to the realtives. Maybe you want me to be best in managing the household affairs. But have you tried thinking what you daughter's real passion is? What is her real talent? It makes me sad that every outsider appreciates my effort, hardworking nature but for you I am only a lazy girl who tries to run away from the works. It is sad and fustrating to me that you don't understand what your own part (daughter) is capable of.
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