A small grin was there on my face when dad said yes.
I actually hate him.
I hate him him for beating my mother once.
I hate him for seeing sex 'videos which is really violent ( at the age of 55? )
I hate him for treating mom like a servant
I hate him when he never gives any shit to what others say
I hate him when he gets angry easily
I hate him when he smokes and drinks but tells me that I should do this and that.
But it's not really that worst like my friend Jyothika. A simple tail, malayali girl, just like me. Okay I am not simple . Anyways.
Her dad never allows her to go to the near by grocery shop which is just a few steps away from her house. He won't let her mother have a mobile phone.
Comparing with him, my dad is some kinda cool in those things. I know he loves my mom but never shows it. Just like mom does to me.
I gets annoyed and frustrated very easily just like my dad.
Mom sometimes used to say
'Like father like daughter'
Mom wasn't happy by dads judgement, neither was my sister. Who gives a shit to that? Wel, not me.
As I was packing mom began to cry saying I should behave best and all shits.
She is really emotional.
Why did the person who created us humans had to make women very emotional?

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