
I can remember my childhood as if it were yesterday. Not sure why I feel these things so strongly today but I can remember the day my soul felt like it died...
It was report card day. I was always a good student. I tried my best to get good grades because I knew that would take me higher than my sisters. It wouldn't give my dad a reason to criticize me about anything. Well, I went in the room where he was and my older sister had already shown hers. She got all C's.. My dad said "that's good." Well damn hers was good so I knew he would do a flip in the air when he saw mine! I gave him mine with this big ass grin... so excited... He said "how the hell you get a B in history!" He put my report card on the table and said I needed to do better. All A's and a B? How much better could I have gotten.
I left the report card there because at that point it really didn't matter. I knew then I could never please this man. As hard as I tried he never liked me. I never did anything wrong. I wasn't unruly like my oldest sister or spoiled like my little sister so it always left me wondering why was I the black sheep....