Since I was a child,
My father wanted me to grow up to be a good person.
He wanted me to be educated and open-minded.
He believed that all women should grow up to be like his mother no matter how they were brought up.
But I didn't take after my grandmother.
I became me, a new person my father wasn't ready to accept.
Now I am 27 and it is still hard to co-exist with my father.
Each confrontation leads to another battle in my endless war with him.
I want to reach a compromise, but he wants me to change.
There is no middle ground that the two of us can reach.
I am sorry, father, I have failed you.
But this is how you made me.
I don't want to renounce my traditions.
I don't want to sleep around or to lose my way.
All I want is to be respected and loved the way I am, not the way you want me to be.
