Dear journal,
First things first. Pa is in so much pain. He has fractured his left clavicle so badly that I can't even imagine how much it hurts. To top it all he has to remain sitting for three weeks because he doesn't want to get a surgery done.
I have been pouring my family with love of the lovey dovey kind for a long time now. I learnt it from the best -- my dad. My sweet cute dad who didn't let me study in St Stephens, my sweet cute dad who never let me drive, and my sweet cute dad who laughs at my goals and dreams.
He is not agreeable to me, but he always agrees with ma, even if she is spewing illogical nonsense. Plus he is really negative.
Today, while he was watching a movie with Katrina Kaif in it he told me about how he once saw her in a flight and found her unattractive because she was hairy. This from a dad who has told me he doesn't like me to wax. Talk about double standards. I guess men will be men, and women will be women-- both manipulating each other for a little companionship. I guess it's alright at the end of the day because you can't survive without love.
Love,
Me.
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