I have come to know that ignorance was really a bliss. I was happy and carefree knowing I'm not the favorite child deep inside but actually I was avoiding it. Avoiding thinking about this thought, avoiding contemplating it. Because I know, it is true...
I was the only one who was hit when we were a child. I was the only one who didn't get to have a new bag every school year. I was the only one who didn't have to get anything on my every birthday. I know I was not the favorite....
I'm just a child in front of my mother and I was only precious to my father. Because mothers favor their sons over their daughter and father favor their daughter over their son.
But what happens when there's no longer a father that makes you precious?
Yeah, that's what's happening to me now.. or is it a long time ago? Because I choose to ignore the possibilities and think positively of things and be grateful for what I have. Be grateful for the things I still get...
Because again, I'm not the favorite.