“The past comes back to haunt you”, they say.

“No one will ever care about you”, they say.

“Who will you be when we’re gone?”, they say.

I stay quiet for the first two,

but for the last one… my mind can’t help but whisper,

“Not enough.”

And it’s true.

Something has always told me that no matter what I accomplished,

no matter if I was the perfect daughter…

I still wouldn’t be seen as good enough.

I really don’t see it as my fault anymore…

it’s yours.

You raised me, right?

All of my “faults” are yours.

The first lesson you taught me was…

well...

not enough.