My parents held my hand and taught me how to walk, taught me how to speak a language they recognized as understandable… and as I grew up, I became a woman my mother once was and academically qualified as my father. I now wonder is it that I saw my parents as successful people and so I chose to tred the same path, or did they instill into me such a thought, as that was the path they were familiar with and hence found it safe to put me thro’ as well. Was it their success that inspired me or did they live their life thro’ mine? I wonder…
Labels: Adult, Child, Growing up, Womanhood
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