I know it’s hard for you . Because the person being stood against , and the person standing up for justice , are both your very own . And probably , before going to bed you wonder ,” how could they be mine , and yet so different ? ” . Well , but before i go to bed , i wonder how could we both be yours and yet treated so differently .
I wouldn’t ever know what it is to be a mother till i’m one , but I definitely want to be a better one . I wouldn’t teach my child to , HAVE more than i Had , but to BE a better person than i could be . But then again , that’s what I’ve learnt from you too . I would want a son to protect my daughter , and a daughter who could stand up for her self against the world . Not a daughter protecting herself from my son , and not a daughter fighting ” her world ” instead of ” the world ” .
I think there are few things that wouldn’t let me hate you , in spite of how you refuse to talk to me , when i stand up for myself , after being abused , spat on and beaten , and how you lovingly pamper the one who did that to me . Maybe those are the moments i wouldn’t trade for anything . The moments of attention and love , which i crave , when you patiently teach me to bake a cake , or wish me Congrats when i fare well in an exam .
I wouldn’t want an extra minute of your attention as much as i would want you to realize , I’m only as human as You’re and I’m hurting too . I don’t want to be the one to say ” Mother , loved me more than you ” , i Just want to be capable to say “ Mother loved me too “