To me, nothing shatters what’s within me more than seeing tears in my mother’s eyes
No matter how hard I am to her
No matter how hard she is to me
And thus I become a weaker version of a tough individual
Or
Seeing the sweat running in the wrinkled forehead of my father
No matter how hard I am to him
No matter how hard he is to me
And thus I become a weaker version of a tough individual
Again
And always
They prey on me with their tears and sweats
Sometimes with warm good night kiss
But often not at all
At least they share one thing in common out of thousands of disparity and resentment
From that I was brought to the world
A portion of negligence and the most vulnerable daughter that I am