1977- a short story

1977- a short story

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Lillian raised her hand. "I believe that is possible for a parent to hate their child. Cause in movies and everywhere you hear parents and they say that they do things cause they love their child when the kid is upset. But I think it's possible that parents do things cause they actually resent their kid.", she rambled. "Wow. Dark, but good insight.", the teacher murmured. Around the room, a few heads nodded and murmurs escaped a couple mouths. She regretted her words as fast as they came out. It was too much. People shouldn't have heard that much from her. Everyone knows that personal beliefs are shaped by each unique life experience.
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