I was the perfect daughter. Perfect for my parents, society and peers. Never did I question myself what I wanted to do in life because the rules i followed in my life were set by others not me..I have to continue acting perfect like they always wanted..until I met him
I never liked acting as the perfect son for my parents. People wished to live in my shoes just for a day or an entire life, their jealousy and contempt hidden behind their fake personas. Do I always have to live like this? This question lingered on my mind for years..until I met her