I'm Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They stay like this. "You know My mom always taught me I should become a perfect daughter to my dad. Everyone said she is a foolish woman in love. She always loved my dad. but my dad never wanted a woman like her in his life. My mom always tells me I should make my father proud. I did what she asked me to do. I study very hard to get selected best university to study business management so I can help my dad. but he never looked at my hard work. he never hugged me like he was always hugging June. He never wanted me. now he throws me out of his life" Tears just didn't stop from my eyes.

"She's imperfect but she tries She is good but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help She is messy but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up And baked in a beautiful pie..." My voice crack at the end of the lyrics. I took a deep shaky breath. I close my eyes and remembered my nightmares... "It's not simple to say Most days I don't recognize me~" "Channy, come with me..." My innocent eyes met my father's eyes. He smile at me as he held my hand and my brother's hand.

My relationship has always been kept private. I was Andro Ympress’s perfect daughter. He had high expectations of me. And even if I accomplish something, it isn’t enough for him. I was fed up with trying to please my father and being perfect. I no longer feel like myself and instead, feel like a robot. I don’t have a choice.

Just for a second. “Stop talking to me like that!” I shouted, my chest heaving. “You think I’m ugly? Fine. You think I’m worthless? Fine. You think I ruin everything I touch? FINE! But you do not get to sit there and tell me I don’t deserve to be alive, or loved, or adopted, just because I’m not perfect!” Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. “You wanted a perfect little doll to parade around and make you look good,” I spat, my words trembling with rage. “But guess what, Mom? You didn’t get a doll. You got a daughter. A real one. And you don’t even know how to love her.”

"Victoria, what if I'm not the daughter you wanted?" "What do you mean?" "What if I'm not sweet and perfect and grateful?" "Are you sweet and perfect and grateful?" "No. I'm angry and confused and scared." "That's okay." "Is it?" "Jane, we don't want a perfect daughter. We want our daughter." "What if I disappoint you?" "You could never disappoint us." "How do you know?" "Because you're here. After twenty-seven years, you're here." I sat back down on the bed. "This is too much."

I burst into tears and screamed like a mad woman. I didn't understand. I was so sure I had closed the window. How was it open? Just then, my husband Cody Yates rushed in. He pushed through the crowd that had gathered around me. Without a word, he slapped me hard across the face. "Jasmine Zephyr, are you out of your mind? How could you throw our daughter out of the window? She's only three! No matter how much we fight, you shouldn't have done this to our daughter. What are you even trying to prove with this act?"

"Are you even worthy of being called a father? You married Mom for money and then teamed up with Elena to drive her to death and abuse Ettore and me. "All these years, what have you done besides squandering the inheritance Grandpa left behind? Someone like you doesn't deserve to live in this world!" Dad turned ashen with fear, begging desperately, "Isabella, I was wrong! I beg you, spare me! I'll make it up to you and Ettore, I promise!" "It's too late for that now," I said coldly. "Execute him." My Soldato drew his gun and pressed it against Dad's temple. He fell to his knees, so terrified he lost control of his bowels.

She settled onto the couch, her gaze drifting over the remnants of our life together, just the two of us against the world. The clothes I had bought her, her childhood toys, and the awards on the wall she had earned over the years–it all brought fresh tears to her eyes. "Mom, I gave all the money you gave me to Frank, and I fought with you. How can you not be mad at me?" "Because you're my daughter, sweetheart. We all mess up sometimes. The key is being able to turn things around once you realize you've gone wrong." After the cops nabbed Frank, they did not waste any time digging up the dirt on him.

Like part of her was somewhere else. "What's wrong with her?" I whispered. Alexander followed my gaze to Ava, then back to me. "There's nothing wrong with her. She's perfect." That word—perfect—made my blood run cold. Because looking at my daughter now, sitting perfectly still with perfect posture and a perfectly blank expression, I realized that was exactly what was wrong. Ava had never been perfect. She'd been stubborn and passionate and funny and complicated and a dozen other things that made her human. This version of her was something else entirely.

Noah's dad looks at me with confusion, happiness, and a tinge of fear. "And also the lost daughter of the pack," Noah said. "Huh?" I questioned him. "You do not make any sense," I tell him. He remained silent. All the eyes looking at me and all the attention I am getting are making me nervous and uneasy. I grip his hand. "Please take me home," I say to Noah. Who started at me but did nothing. "This is your home," Noah's dad said. I look at him shocked. "Sorry, Mr.Smith I and Noah are not related. You are mistaken," I say.