Romans & histoires I Wish I Could Be The Perfect Daughter

You wish Ya, I wish. I really, really wish. Instead, I got an additional replica of her in Kat. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter, but she thrives in antagonizing me. What with wearing ‘costumes’ instead of clothes, or shouting over her top of lungs, ‘mommy, I need to pee’ in a supermarket or asking her favorite question, ‘what’s this?’ every single time, or... I could go on.

"Natalie, it seems you still haven't learned how to be a perfect daughter." I stared at her, confused. "What are you talking about?" "Do you know what other kids are doing right now? They're all in cram school, trying to get ahead. But all you think about is having fun. I honestly don't know if I can count on you for anything." Mom went on, "Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong to end up with an ex-husband like your father and a daughter like you." She raked her fingers through her hair, acting as though I'd committed some unforgivable sin.

she added, causing my forehead to crease in confusion. "Why?" I asked, trying to understand her. A sad smile graced her lips as her gaze remained fixed on the painting taking shape. "Because I always aim for perfection," she confessed. "Because that's the only way my dad will like me. Unlike my mom, who accepts me for who I am, my dad wants me to grow up according to his standards, as a perfect daughter. He's the only family I have, so I did everything to seek his love," she revealed, and I felt a twinge of pain listening to her words.

They look happy or they're pretending to be happy. I hum to the song blaring from my earphone as I eat my dozens of donuts. An average girl shouldn't be eating this but I was never an average. In fact whatever thing I am today wasn't really me few years back. I've always wanted to go to college. I've always wanted to be the perfect daughter. Graduate highschool, go to Cambridge, graduate with good grades and probably get my dream job. But sooner I realized I don't need any of that.

She wanted to meet her dad and throw the blame to his face. She had so many questions in her mind that only her father could answer. She needed to get the right answer or else she would explode. At an early aged, she was trying too hard to be the perfect daughter for them. She let them decide for her life without any complain just to make them happy. She was an obedient daughter. Whatever they want, she just gave it to them. She always challenged herself to be the best of everything so they will not get disappointed. And at present, she got used of being the best of everything she does and ended up being a perfectionist.

No matter how perfect she is. It's a shame I wasn't looking for a perfect girl or on the perfect time to settle down. She would be the kind of girl, the right girl, the one you brought home to meet your parents. It's a shame too, really, that I don't have any of them. It's totally a shame that her perfection is only right for right now. ****

I really wanted my daughter to be a replica of her mum in her fiestiness , her personality, her ruthlessness and just everything about her. I wanted to see both girls running with my heart and not even know it. I wanted to stare at them and all the worries or anger washes off. I wanted to raise my little girl in a way I wished Sasha was raised, with no responsibility and loads of love. I wanted to come home to see the love of my life and my little princess fast asleep hugging each other. I wanted our kids to look like her so everything and everyone reminds me of her. I wanted that with her and no one else. But I am not having that and I just want to hug my wife and cry away the heaviness and

or maybe even that my mother-in-law would heal quickly and that my wife would come home. But no. I wished for something from the darkest reaches of my mind... something that was dredged up from the p**n I'd been watching. I wished for something that no father should ever wish. I wished to have my daughter. I wished her to be in my arms in bed with me. I wished to have mind-blowing sex with my own daughter. I wished for it badly.

My air intake had gone crazy. "RARRGHH!" I did everything to please them, all I do was meet their standard, their expectation. My happiness was to make them happy. I closed my eyes and remembered how Kylo cared for me, how he made me happy, and how he protected me. Behind us were our parents smiling. I worked hard to be their perfect daughter. Maybe being perfect was too hard for my capability. My life was full of compliments and adoration, and with just a snap, they turned their back on me.

Just her being near me made everything easier and I felt happy, grounded, and real. I stared at her while a strand of hair fell across her face and she was beautiful, so beautiful it hurt. "My father demanded perfection from me," I didn't know when I started spilling everything but the words kept coming. About my family pressure, about being the alpha's son, and having my future planned out before I was even born. I didn't pray to be the alpha's son, I just wanted to be myself and do everything I wanted to do. Ride my bike on the mountain with Rosie at my back and be free.