Hey YOU
It's me, your lastborn
I know you probably dont know me, or maybe you never cared enough to know, but lately I feel my heart getting heavy.
I have more questions than answers about my life- my whole existance and nobody wants to answer them.
I find myself struggling to decipher who I am, and where exactly I belong
I've concluded that
We are strangers who so happen to be
related by blood
Growing up, I never realised I didn't have a dad
Mom made up for your absence
She never talked about you
and im starting to think
Maybe it was for the best.
As I grew older, your absence became more noticeable
I knew your name, but your face was a blur
When I asked after you,
My mom would say to look in the mirror
You look exactly like your father...
So ever so often, I'll sneak a peek
to remind myself of how you look...
I started imagining I had a father who wanted me around
Was it wrong of me to want to feel wanted...
I blamed myself for your absence
I felt like I wasn't good enough
Then I met your brother
He was so kind and welcoming
For the first time, I felt 'whole'
He encouraged us to reach out to you
I remember the first time
When I saw you
I remember the joy I felt in my heart
I thought mom won't have to struggle with us as much
We waited for you for hrs
I remember seeing your face that day
Every expression that you did
It was like we shouldn't have come
and all over again
I could feel my heart shattering
I couldn't understand why you didn't want me?
Why was I not worthy of your love?
Why was it so hard for you to be my father...?
Then my uncle died
I cried myself to sleep that night and every night since
I never got to thank him for his love and for so openly welcoming us into his life, for treating me like his own daughter. I knew his death not only meant I lost my father figure, but I was a nobody again, I didn't belong...
As I grew older, I stopped craving for your presence, but I still wanted you to want me. I remember thinking that if I did extremely well, you would see my worth, but you kept your distance and pretended I didn't exist, like I was someone you made up, something that could easily be erased.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 11:30 PM UTC
Hey YOU
It's me, your lastborn
I know you probably dont know me, or maybe you never cared enough to know, but lately I feel my heart getting heavy.
I have more questions than answers about my life- my whole existance and nobody wants to answer them.
I find myself struggling to decipher who I am, and where exactly I belong
I've concluded that
We are strangers who so happen to be
related by blood
Growing up, I never realised I didn't have a dad
Mom made up for your absence
She never talked about you
and im starting to think
Maybe it was for the best.
As I grew older, your absence became more noticeable
I knew your name, but your face was a blur
When I asked after you,
My mom would say to look in the mirror
You look exactly like your father...
So ever so often, I'll sneak a peek
to remind myself of how you look...
I started imagining I had a father who wanted me around
Was it wrong of me to want to feel wanted...
I blamed myself for your absence
I felt like I wasn't good enough
Then I met your brother
He was so kind and welcoming
For the first time, I felt 'whole'
He encouraged us to reach out to you
I remember the first time
When I saw you
I remember the joy I felt in my heart
I thought mom won't have to struggle with us as much
We waited for you for hrs
I remember seeing your face that day
Every expression that you did
It was like we shouldn't have come
and all over again
I could feel my heart shattering
I couldn't understand why you didn't want me?
Why was I not worthy of your love?
Why was it so hard for you to be my father...?
Then my uncle died
I cried myself to sleep that night and every night since
I never got to thank him for his love and for so openly welcoming us into his life, for treating me like his own daughter. I knew his death not only meant I lost my father figure, but I was a nobody again, I didn't belong...
As I grew older, I stopped craving for your presence, but I still wanted you to want me. I remember thinking that if I did extremely well, you would see my worth, but you kept your distance and pretended I didn't exist, like I was someone you made up, something that could easily be erased.
