My father..
He's not like most people..
He could not tolerate the imperfections of her children..
He always expect perfection..
He always wants perfection..
He was always comparing us to other people's children..
Still, she remained my father..
He is still my hero..
And anyway, we can not be perfect..
We can not be like other people's children..
We can only be ourselves..
Even though we have tried many times..
Only to be perfect in the eyes of our father..
And now he is angry to me. He hates me.
