Dear relatives,
I know I'm too young to judge what you say. But hey! Do you
know? Even your words spoil my day. I still remember that
birthday where we met for the first time. You judged me by my attire. But dearest I was nine. From that day onwards, dad refused to buy me a dress. Trust me, I dressed for myself, not any boy to impress.
The day my results were declared, you called me before time. You never wish me on my birthday, where does your love sublime? When you got to know my marks, you started comparing me with your son. Yes, he got more than me but I ain't your object of fun. From that day onwards, mom warned me not to hang out with friends anymore. Trust me, I performed my best but you broke me to the core.
Today when someone asks me how my relatives are, your face flashes in my mind and reminds me of my scar. You stole my innocence. Revenge. Revenge in form of nasty words do come. Now, I too can make stories like you, where listeners go numb. Oh, dear relatives! Do you have any clue? How much you ruin me and how much I ruin you?
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