Don’t you see, all this time, you thought you’ve been learning her about life, preaching and telling her about all the things you’ve learned. About values, rules and politics. You have been fighting against her. Telling us how she hasn’t acknowledged you. But can’t you see, you are exactly the same. You have the same view on yourself and on the ones around you. Our family is our curse and our silver lining. Your bones, your habits, your views. It’s all there. And you can’t escape it. You are going to be exactly the same. You are going to be exactly the same. Don’t you see the mess I’ll leave, if I ever dare to breed?

Want to meet your eyes, with no cursing purple eyes. It feels like I’m beaten down, with blackened, blackened eyes. Silver, Silver.

You keep telling me how difficult your mother was, what a complicated relationship you have and how sorry we should all feel for you. I can draw up a circle, or three circles within one another. In the first circle, the smallest one, I’ll write - me, in the second circle I’ll write - you, and in the third circle, the biggest one, I’ll write - her. And I could continue forever. It’s all just an endless line of desperation. Your genes, your bloodline. There must be a silver lining. Because you are going to be exactly the same. You are exactly the same.