I'm Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I remember that day… after the meeting with my father. You got mad at him so you transferred all that aggression onto me. Said some pretty cruel stuff.” She wipes her face, catching the tears before they fall. “You told me,” she continues, “you had someone younger than me. Hotter. Better looking. That you fucked her hard and fast. That it lasted long and it was good.” I close my eyes, take a deep breath, then exhale slowly through my nose. “Where are you going with this?” Her voice hardens now. “That girl in Mexico fits the description.” I scoff. “She’s not hotter than you.” I lie.

His grandmother's family is from Mexico, so he couldn't escape that either," I reply softly. "I'm his daughter, so I'm Mexican too?" she asks, lifting her head to look at me. It seems we've made a breakthrough. "That's not quite how it works, dear. You weren't born in Mexico, you were born here, in Los Angeles," I reply calmly. "You're of Mexican descent."

she smiles showing me pictures of a brown skin lady who looks like she's in her fifties and it lights her up just talking about her Mum. "your mum is beautiful and her daughter is equally a matching beauty in mexican nature. forgive my openness but I'm a speaker for the truth" This is me giving a very diplomatic compliment and. she's stunned. "well, thank you Dai" she replies in a fake mexican accent and we both laugh and I get to see a more carefree Dahlia. "hope we can be friends even though I'm your Boss, you are an intelligent young woman and I'll love to work on many projects with you" I say as I raise my glass to give a toast to her .

.Walking and breathing in the fresh air helps my anger dissipates most times and I needed to stay off anything that would trigger my anger. I was doing just fine until this morning, I couldn't believe that she would say that to me. I mean we have been through lots of stuff, and now she finds it hard to tell me about her nightmares all because of a silly reason. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. I kicked a pebble that is in my way so hard that I feared it might have hit someone. Annalia‘s parents disgust me, I understand that they lost their so-called ‘favourite’ daughter a few years back but that doesn't give them the right to treat the other one like a piece of garbage. Do not

Bella " Holy Christ, you mean your father did this to you? This is devilish of them", she exclaimed as I became emotional again remembering everything and cried uncontrollably. "I feel hurt you know, I have no parental love, I try my best to be a perfect daughter? Is it that my life is not balanced enough? My younger one gets everything, they made it to the extent I will be in the same class with her. I have dreams but am a dropout now, working as a maid, meaning I have no hope". I said as my voice was breaking and I was still crying.

If I win that match. “Yes I did say that but only to motivate you and it worked but there is no way I can allow my daughter to be dating a guy under my very nose, she is too young for that..... And if you still want to be her friend, you will agree to this or you can forget talking to her again."

She was taller than me, toned body but with sexy curves, and I hated to admit it but a lot pretty then me, and I was definitely good looking. She swayed her head some, making her long black silky hair push behind her shoulder. Her olive skin shined and her red lips glistened with gloss. Of course, she went straight to Caelum too. I wasn't jealous though, just observing. "Hi Don! It's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was sweet, laced with seduction. Fuck! I hated her. "Don, this is my beautiful daughter, Roxy. She is my only child and has been taking over a lot with the business here in Chicago."

“Well, the people pleasing girl got sick of everything too and decided to choose herself for the first time.” Zade snorts.“Tell me, how many times did you rehearse everything you said in your bedroom?” I laugh. “I didn’t rehearse shit! What do you take me for, huh?” “Aren’t you supposed to be the perfect daughter? The one who never talks back, just nods and does whatever they say. Don’t tell me this new you comes from learning from me.” I lean back on the couch. “I must be doing everything wrong if you think I am learning from you. Have I ruined my life yet?” I retort.

The tears streaking down my face burn hotter than the sun. “I’m not weak,” I sob. “I’m not, Dad.” Dad sits on the bathroom floor and pulls me onto his lap, much like he did when I was a little girl. He holds me tight, rocks me gently. “I know you’re not, sweetheart. I know.” “I think I made a mistake.” I cry into my palms. Everything is falling apart and I don’t even care anymore. I’ve tried so hard to be the perfect daughter, an heir apparent destined to make her father proud. I’m none of those things and it’s killing me inside.