"I am good in body, although considerably rumpled in spirit, thank you."
- Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables

So'm I. Good in body, although considerably rumpled in spirit. Contrary to popular belief that being an only-child, you are also a big brat, my mother never really thought of me in that manner. She was a real disciplinarian, and closely resembled a goat. I'm sorry, I mean, she closely resembled, well, Ms. Trudgebull, attitude-wise in the movie, Matilda. Doesn't sound pretty does it? I would be unfair if I said that she was mean all throughout the day and into the night. Maybe she isn't. But, she IS mean 87% of the time. Which is a lot. My soul might have been trundled upon in ways that ruined my well-being in my own home. Maybe that's why I’ve been pretty screwed up I as grew up.

Because of this, I promised myself that I would not treat
my daughter the same way. I wouldn't harm her the way I have been emotionally harmed. I would treat her as a friend, and not as an underdog. Heck, I'd treat her as my bestfriend. I'd give her the best of everything. I'd give her more than shelter, food and clothing. I'd give her affection, I'd give her love. I'd understand her, pay attention to her feelings and I will never scare her.

Now, A few people don't like me. Moreover, they'd disapprove if ever my daughter grew up to be me, which is pretty ridiculous if you think about it because there is no way in the world that she'd be me. Why? because there is only one ME. Hehehe.

Even If I am distasteful in ways, I am a pretty cool person, if I do say so myself. I'm smart, I know what I can do, and I like myself. So is there any reason why my daughter shouldn't be like me, but only better? After all, if people love me for being me, then what's wrong with being like me? Hmmm... Nothing. Right? I should think so. Oh well.