Turning 22 before the curfew!
Zillwrites
We all have our bad days, on some occasions we grow, on others we just want to lay down on the floor and wonder what we could have done differently to change that day. And unfortunately, past couple of days and I am sure the following couple of weeks, are going to belong to the latter of the types. I can assure you that I do not have much of choice left and that all of this is a circumstance that sowed the seeds to. I take complete responsibility of all the facts and findings of my respected father. I was always taught to be ideal. And that stated, I sure fit into the ideal modern woman of the 21st century. I am by no means an ideal daughter. What my parents fail to see and will always continue to, is the fact that I did try. I tried very hard so that one day magically, I'd be transposed in to my dream, idealistic world. A world; where I am good daughter, an exemplary sister, a woman, just apologetically me. And for a brief period of four years, I was all that. As of now I am just a shame, to my family's name, to my father. For those of you (and I am thinking it's the male readers) who do not understand this situation or even relate to this situation, I'd like to introduce me.
Hello Reader! I am Zill and here I am going to tell you how my self-quarantine with family turned into a quarantine for life. This end, is only a beginning.
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