In a silence, I muttered.“Am I good enough for someone to be proud of me?”. There’s no one who really cares about me, including my parents. Ik I’m a bad daughter for them. I’m not good enough to be their daughter. I always wondering,“What would make them proud to acknowledge me as their child?”.
Get kai’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
I always feel a deep sense of loneliness. Not because there’s no one around me, but because their anger always haunts me when I’m at my saddest. Deep in my heart, I still hope they’ll be proud of me. I have been swallowed up by a deep loneliness.
