Blessed with a Curse, since
the day I was born.
Loved by my father, Yet
Cursed, by mother's scorn.
Mother wanted a boy and
Father wanted a girl, in her
eyes I have seen hatred, that has scarred to the bone. I have been empty and alone, since my Father's passing one month
After my second grandson
Sean was born...
I love you Father but why was I born? Perhaps it's because I was Blessed with
A Curse..
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