"Am I not enough? I did everything so you could spare me a drop of love. I have always been choosing you over me. Your happiness over mine. Forgiveness over hatred and revenge. But you never did the same."
I covered my face. "What about me? What about me? When are you going to choose me? When are you going to love me? When are you going to forgive me? When will I ever earn a drop of happiness? I am," I almost can't utter it because I never really felt it. "I am your daughter, too." I mumbled.
The sound of my cries mixed with the roaring laughter of my father.
"You got to be kidding me," He said. "You're not even my daughter," He was smirking while saying that. "Do you want to know what you are? You are a fruit of something disgusting. You are a reminder of something terr
