The man called father hopes that I will be gentle, graceful, beautiful and obedient, but unfortunately - I am a man and cannot be a tool for political marriage, and I have the appearance of a woman for nothing.
The man called mother hopes that I will be talented and domineering and stand out among the children of my father's other women. Unfortunately - I have no ambition, let alone those intrigues and intrigues.
Those boys who were called brothers wanted me to be weak, plain and obedient and let them bully me. Unfortunately - my persistence in self-esteem gave me a sense of pride, even though it made them rush to polish my edges.
Those girls who are called sisters hope that I will be either heroic and gentlemanly or ugly enough not to steal their limelight. Unfortunately - I have a face that I hate, but I also have a delicate body, which cannot give them a sense of security and satisfaction, let alone praise my sisters in front of those dandies with no family background.
In short, although I still insist on living strong, I live in a way that no one is satisfied except myself.
That's enough, that's enough.
But.
It's not that I'm greedy, but if I could have friendship and love again - just once, I would be more satisfied.
God bless me to find them in another world.
Thanks.
What? Shouldn't this be the last sentence of a prayer?