Here comes the devil...

Sometimes I feel, my folks picked the wrong kid. Maybe they should have picked the baby on my right or on my left. Sigh, well I am surely paying the price! They just don't seem to understand. What can one do, if they don't like the silly barbie doll mom got you? Instead you want books to color or read? Isn't that great? Wont that be saving you a lot of money? But na! My mum cribbed.

Maybe you should see a psychiatrist, suggested a friend. Ok. Done that. She is normal. But no mom and dad have other views. How can a child of six want to read books? Sigh. So poor me was subjected to counselling and much more. Finally they gave up. I don't like pink. Black is more like it.

I have read god knows how many books. I hardly talk and my free time is spent with my doggie dearest or hearing my mom out. Well, I can't blame her. She is a lovely lady and maybe expected her daughter to be a little more enthusiastic than I am about her gossip sessions and much more.

Anyways, from the time they have let me be, I have done exactly what I wanted to. Hence I write. And read to please myself. :)