Disappointed

Disappointed

      27.07.2015 I have always thought twice before speaking to my father. I love him, no doubt. And he does, too. But I've always wondered if parents were supposed to be those people in your life that you could share anything with. They are always there for you. Not only to support you in the career but also in your personal life. But my mother would be busy in her own career, household chores, and to look after my younger brother. All of these things would consume her time. She would be left with little to no time for me. So our bond never grew much. My father had always been disappointed with my academics since he couldn't believe that when he had religiously been the topper of his class and school then how could I, his daughter be so weak in academics. He always told me that I needed to ignite the fuel of passion within me. Only then would I be...
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The First steps.

The First steps.

"Just let me be how I am. I accept my fate." His, waist-down paralyzed, dad yelled for the zillionth time. "You can do it. Little by little. A step at a time. Just the way you taught me to walk." He replied, hopefully. For all the good reasons, remember the ones who raise you are the ones who'll always want the best for you. Don't let them down. ©The Honest Fabler ©Cover credits- Google Images...
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