Sometimes in her i see the women in my family who needed to be loved like her. I do a lot of random thinking, when I look at her i sometimes cry because I cant believe she's loved like she is, I wonder how would that have changed me. To just get a chance without being judged. And grow like shes growing, where she can be herself with no judgement. Shes free. Shes growing with so much support. I wonder how would that feel, I feel contempt and gratitude for her, I dont need anybody to love her but us. Is what i think i would have want for my self to be liked byt just a few that mater when i was growin up. But i grew up feeling lonely and not loved and its been hard for me to accept anything else openly, like i know i deserve it, because most of the time i feel like i dont. But shes growing up with all the kisses and hugs and ears and kind correction that create someone confident but not cynical.
I would like to know what would that have done to me. Would I be me?
