I Wish I Could Be The Perfect Daughter Novels & Stories

“I just want to finish this already. I don’t want any more trouble. I don’t want any more darkness in my life.” I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep talking, even though it felt uncomfortable. “All my life, I’ve been thinking about how to fix everything,” I admitted. “How to become a perfect daughter. How to become someone my father and mother could be proud of. They’ve done so much for me… more than I can ever repay. And sometimes, I feel like I haven’t given anything back to them.” My eyes stung a little, but I blinked the feeling away. I didn’t want to cry. Not now.

Too dramatic. Maybe if I had a flat stomach and a tiny waist, she would be proud of me. But no matter what I did, I was never enough. I was always too much or not enough. Too loud, too big, too soft, too weak. I hated it. I hated myself. "I wish I were the perfect daughter she wanted," I whispered to myself in the dark. "I wish I were someone she could love." Tears slipped down my cheeks again, soaking my skin. I curled into a ball, clutching my own body like maybe I could hold myself together somehow.

That’s my problem: no one gets what it’s like to be the only heir to the family as wealthy as mine. “You still don’t get it, do you? I have to be perfect Malia.” I said with so much pain in my voice, a pain that always has been with me. Why? Because I always had to be the perfect daughter, I was not allowed to make mistakes or play with kids or skip school even if I’m sick even though according to them I never got sick. I don’t know how that could happen, but I never did, all of that because I was perfect.

I screamed at her , my temper getting the best of me “ I’m your daughter! The girl you are supposed to love but you don’t because you can’t because you only want to love someone who is perfect ! “I looked at her my voice cracking “ But you know what mum , I can’t be perfect daughter , just like you can’t be a perfect mother . Since you cannot accept me just the way I’m , I don’t see the point of staying with you in one house and adding misery to each others life “ “ You honestly ! I’m tired of being pointed at ! You think I’m at fault ? You want to blame me ? Sure go ahead ! But let me tell you , you can keep your head buried in the sand like an ostrich ignoring all your flaws but when Jaco

“It’s a good fucking thing I love you already, little one. The things I’m doing for you, you’d better be the best fucking daughter ever. Be like Kate, like this genius, good daughter.” I smiled, “well, my idea of a perfect daughter is this weirdo who curses a lot, has average grades, but the biggest fucking heart out there and always looks out for others. My imperfect princess is the strongest woman I know.” “Thanks dad,” Leia said, almost crying again. “I love you.” “I love you too, princess. So fucking much and you scared the shit out of me and Asher.”

"Please mom, just allow me to finish what I intend to say. I know, I've not been a good daughter for the past months. All I've ever brought is nothing but argument, pain, and fight. I'm truly sorry for that and I wish, I did listen to you guys a long time ago maybe, this wouldn't have happened to me but I guess, I'm paying for my son's for neglecting your warnings." "Now, I'm ready to become the perfect daughter you and Dad have always wanted to have" "You're already perfect to us" "No Dad. I need to put in more effort and make you two proud someday. Dad, I would like to ask for a favor from you" I said in a serious tone turning my face to my dad. "What's that princess? You know, I will sure

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 and 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.

Mary's words consoled me as I don't care about what anyone says about me, as long as she doesn't hate me or see me as a bad person. “Okay, that's alright. Let's have our seat and eat before it runs cold,” I stated as I disengaged from the hug and pulled a chair for her. My daughter is my pride, the only thing I have achieved in life. Many of my friends are envious of my perfect life with my perfect daughter, and I’ll do anything to make sure she’s happy and her life remains perfect and got everything she has ever dreamed of. We ate silently at the dining table, and then she posed a question about her father.

“I wanted a perfect family. The type where everyone is happy and contented. And clearly the only way that can become a reality is if my daughter is happy.” “Mum-“ “So yes, I still want a perfect family,” she gushed out and hugged me again. “But not just on my terms this time.” “On all of our terms.”

"Btu you should focus to finis-" "Dad, in my entire life.. everyone calls me perfect. I have no flaw, I'm smart, I'm a fast learner and the list goes on.. but I felt bored. Everything went so smooth and in this chapter of my life.. I felt.. my downfall. I felt and realized that I'm not perfect just like everyone else.. I felt happy because there will be someone who can love me for me and fix that imperfectness that I have.. She gave me a really colorful life with her clumsiness and just.. her.. I'm sorry for not being the perfect son, dad. I'm a human too.. I won't function well when you know the person that gave you a big impact.. in danger because of me." "Well.. I'm sorry because I never