When I was in my child and teenager years, my classmates always told me their private family secrets. Frequently they had so many troubles and fights but for them was something normal, not a extraordinary thing.
I got so shocked with their stories and even I felt sorry for them. How lucky I was, I could never see myself in their position because my family was so perfect, in harmony and well structured. And that's how they wanted me to be. Perfect.
Now I realize how innocent and fool I was. I thought that unbreakable perfect image would be perpetuated by the years, and I couldn't be more wrong.
It's sad seeing the point in which we've arrived, mum, dad, I never wanted this. Things could have been handled differently, but you wanted me to be perfect forever, and such a thing doesn't exist.
I'm glad I broke the perfect character, it has costed me so many tears and fights, but I made them see that I'm a human being, and I can be imperfect too.
