Everybody thinks I'm a perfect daughter.
Silent. Not talking back to elders. Obeying what they say or want me to do.
But what I really am is a robot. Always saying yes to what they say. Always doing what they want me to do. Because I am afraid that the "perfect daughter" title will be taken away from me.
Maybe, there really is no such thing as perfect... I am just making that one up...
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