Dad,
I know, growing up, I was never a good daughter. I made mistakes, Countless of it. I choose bad decisions, Countless of it. I hurt you, Countless of it. But Dad Were you proud of me? When I once become what you hope for When I once become the successful daughter When I once become the daughter that you need When I once become agreeable with you When I once Countlessly Choosing you And keep choosing you Over time And time. Were you proud of me? Or Was I a shame for you Because I didn't grow up becomes a daughter that you want Was I a disappointment for you Because I didn't choose my life like how you hope Was I a pain for you Because I didn't become the mold that you created Was I a disgrace for you Because I couldn't see the world as how you do Dad Is it hard to become a father Dad Is it hard to have a daughter like me Dad Was it hard To choose to love me To choose to see me To choose your da...
