If we are going to have a good life or not, is our "base" (or as we call parents) who decide this!
I have an amazing mom, who had everything to have a perfect life with perfect kids, like me. But one day she found her future husband. I mean, my dad.
He turned her life upside down, making her quite her current job to try something that would never work. But the fucking fuck thing called love made her go.
Because of this shit, she's a teacher now, which means almost nothing in Brazil, and we don't have the best of the best life.
My dad? I don't wanna talk about him. Each day that goes by he kinda makes me be angrier and sadder with him. Not that I don't love him... maybe not that much as other daughters love their fathers. No, I don't believe I'm this way anymore.
But he says he can't change.
So do I, dad!
I'm waiting for the day it's gonna be my mom, me and my sis without suffering every thing we suffer with you. AND my dog, of course.
Cuz... you made us be this way.
At lease you could see you made a mistake, and now it's freaking hard to come back.
Don't blame us, blame yourself.
