#only daughter

[goldensunflowe-r]

As an only child having Peter or Bob as brother would heal me.

[pieceofpoems]

"My mother gets worried and angry when I sleep without eating, but she doesn’t seem to care when I tell her what’s eating me alive."

—An ungrateful daughter, Sadiya Ajaz

[ffairytears]

𑣲lonely only daughter core 𝄞⨾🕷✮˚.⋆

[inky-sun]

Only Daughter

It’s quiet in a house with no siblings —

no footsteps racing up stairs,

no hands to share blame with,

no other child to soften the spotlight.

Just me.

Just their hope, their joy,

their everything.

I was the center of the world they built,

and sometimes, I loved it —

the way they looked at me

like I was something golden.

But gold is heavy.

Especially when you’re trying not to bend.

A bad grade?

A lie.

Said the teacher hadn’t posted it yet.

Said I was sure it would go up soon.

Because disappointment in their eyes

felt worse than any consequence.

A party on a Friday night?

I called it a sleepover with school friends,

packed a bag I never opened,

tiptoed through the dark

like I was stealing freedom

one heartbeat at a time.

And when I dated him —

twenty-three and smug,

me at sixteen and desperate to be wanted —

I never said his name.

Never said how he made me feel

like being broken was something beautiful.

I said I was seeing friends.

I always said I was seeing friends.

I’ve lied more to protect them

than I ever did to protect myself.

Because I love them.

Because they tried.

Because they gave me everything,

and I didn’t want them to know

how sad their everything sometimes felt.

Being the only child means

there’s no one else to blame,

no one else to carry the weight

of all their expectations,

their quiet pride,

their silent worry.

But I carry it.

Still do.

With a smile that tries its best

to make up for all the things

I never told them.

[truebllue]

me when my mum:

[maxdibert]

I’m an only child, of course I like pushing people to the edge of their patience just to make them snap and show their true colors. I never had anything better to do with my free time, I didn’t have siblings to play with 🤷🏻‍♀️

[traumaismypersonality]

It's always the eldest child this, middle child that, youngest child this. It's never the only child.

Yes the oldest have the most trauma. Yes the middle is always ignore. Yes the youngest is always treated like a kid. But the only child is always divided.

The oldest complains, our parents became parents to our siblings not to us, because they were unprepared. But the only child, never had parents, their parents never grow up. They didn't had anyone to experiment other way so they stay the immatured parents.

The middle cries, our parents never saw us, because they were busy with others. The only child, was always seen, so much that they could not escape their eyes and have themselves to themselves only.

The youngest yells, our parents never took us seriously, because they never thought we can grown up. Yet the only child, remained a kid who had to act like a grown-up since the beginning because ‘You are the only one we have. ’

You can't say being only child is a luxury. Not when I'm always flaunted as a trophy but ignored as a child. Not when I'm treated like a male but expected to be kind like a female. Not when I see my parent's being better parents to other children which are not even their own. Not when I'm always divided between my parents. Not when I'm their hope but disappointment too. Not when they remind me, oh how they wish they had another.

I am the oldest daughter who parents their own parents. I am the middle child who decided for my own future because the adults ‘never understood’ me. I am the youngest son who cries alone silently swallowing their anger but cracking jokes to make my parents smile.

I am the only child. I will always be the one to enjoys loneliness.

[moonsorbet13]

Ambessa's dying words to Mel in Arcane, "you are the Wolf" culminates the relationship between Mel and her mother perfectly. The dynamic between Ambessa and Mel is the classic tale of a narcissistic mother and her daughter.

For Ambessa, one must live as the Wolf or perish–including her own daughter. Thus, when Mel outwits her mother showing the power in being the Fox, Ambessa has her world view challenged. In her dying moments Ambessa is earnestly overcome with pride in her daughter for besting both her and the Blackrose. Ambessa finds relief in the revelation that her daughter has become capable enough to survive the ruthless world around her, and lead the Medarda family. Simultaneously, Ambessa is unable to reconcile with the fact that Mel is capable and powerful in a way that differs from her own methodology.

So, instead of fully seeing Mel for who she is (the fox, the wolf, and most importantly a compassionate soul) Ambessa for one final time projects her ideology onto Mel. In Ambessa's eyes if Mel is finally ready to take on the world on her own, then it must mean that she has finally become the wolf. To Ambessa there is no other way. Thus, Ambessa died as she lived: never seeing her daughter for the person that she truly is.