- "Once upon a time, I was a little girl. "[I] was a very pretty girl." Mommy said. I believed that for such a long time, My confidence rising. But despite mom's fulfilling love, My father did not look at me the same way.
His eyes did not sparkle when he met mine. He only pretended in front of mommy.
And for a long time, I had expected it was because I was a disappointment. I could do nothing else but stand there and look pretty. Of course, a perfect job would be a model.
Being a model has its hardships and easy parts, But whether or not it was difficult, My father's eyes still remained the same.
His eyes were only luminous when they were looking at my mother.
One day, before I departed from my family He gave me a bear. He told me it would protect me. But he never told me what was inside.
For a long time, I concluded it was a bomb. If my father did not love me, but loved my mother- It would make sense to save me but with sacrifice.
It must be a bomb, right? So whoever killed me would be dead as well, For mommy. And it also secured my death, For my father.
One day, before I departed from my family He gave me a bear. I should have noticed, long, long ago Despite my father's presence for my departure, The absence of my sister, Mao."
NO OF COURSE I KNOW THAT ITS JUST THAT SOMEONE THAT I WAS IN A CALL WITH IN SKYPE BEFORE ASKED ME WHAT WAS MY DEVIANTART BECAUSE SHE SAID MY ART LOOKED FAMILIAR AND I WAS WONDERING IF THAT PERSON WAS YOU BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE SHE SAID SOMETHING THAT HER DEVIANTART WAS ALONG THE LINES OF PANDA AND MAYBE THE WORD BLUE TOO