Diary Of A Lonely Daughter

Credits- Steve Harvey

You have done absolutely nothing for me. It just feels as if you haven't played any role in my life except for turning me into a 'mother-hater'. You are merely a birth giver. Nothing more than that. I repeat. You. Are. Just. A. Birth. Giver.

"Anybody can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a dad"
– Steve Harvey

Any woman can be a birth giver, but it takes a special one to be a mother – Isabella

Mom. Mumma. Mummy (my mother's more of the Egyptian one)
Even if these are just used as names to call, there is an emotion attached to it. But when I call you "mom" I don't feel any kind of motherly love towards you.

I get really jealous when my classmates (note: classmates, not friends) boast about how their mothers cooked their favourite dish on their birthdays, or how their mothers made something special in the tiffin for them some random day just as a surprise, or how their mothers braided their daughters' hair into some new sort of hairstyle — oh so beautifully. Of course I get jealous about how these people have such a good mother - daughter bond between them. And here I am, hating on my mother. And vice versa.

Dear God,
I am tired of imagining delusional scenarios in my head about having a happy family. No, no, my family is happy, it's just me who is unhappy. (And yes, that's delusional for me) Even I want to boast about love, care and affection with which I have been raised in my home (which I have never experienced, though). How good would it feel to talk about all those things with frien- oh, you'll need friends for that.

Nevermind.

Yesss, a short chapterrr. I'm sorryy. 

Btw, this one is neither a diary entry nor a third person's pov. These are just the thoughts of Isabella :)

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