My mother's name was Aphrodite.
Cliche? Sure, but she was a lot that
Aphrodite is said to be. My mother
was beautiful, and she loved hard.
Compared to her, my father was a Zeus.
It's not widely known, but Zeus was
a connard.
It may be better if you don't know
that translation, Ma belle.
Very much like Zeus, my father loved
women, all women, except for my
kind mother.
Obviously, very much not like Zeus,
my father had little power over
anyone.
And my father wasn't a god,
very much to his disliking.
My father's name was Donald.
And I hated him.
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Ficción GeneralFor it is the ones who fall in love with the ones they can't have, who are the most unfortunate. - In which the main character falls in love with the reader.
