33| Profession

“I gave you life, I gave you food and shelter, I gave you a proper education and I shaped you into the smart woman you’ve become just so you can be someone that I can proudly point at someday and say, ‘she’s mine’, but this – this is how you repay me?” My disappointed father complains throwing my papers at my feet. “What is this?”

I maintain a smile, a shallow one. I held on to that smile as I watched my graduation & school certificates fly across the floor. After my years of working towards a certain goal and my hard work to become the person I wanted to be, everything was scattered across the floor, the same floor that my feet were standing on.

I bent down and picked up every one of them before standing before my father again.

“Ah, well you see – this is proof that I finished University,” I told him, a chuckle slipping out. “I’m sorry, I just thought you’d know what they were.”

My mother slaps the table. Our dining table, where everything was happening over dinner.

“You think this i