Thank you, father, for making me feel like a useless piece of crap who doesn't do anything and isn't a child who will anything for you. Thanks for saying that I don't know my heritage, I don't speak my mother tongue, I don't respect my religion, when in fact, I do all those things. You're just never home to see that. I love you soooo much.
Sincerely, your "English" daughter
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Curse, Complain and Create Chaos
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