So happened to them. They believed that I'm her daughter would be like them. Altough I love them, the feeling of being outside not dissappeared. It kept not understanding me. So something essential for my spirit, considered an accessorie. Attributing my oddities to little age or a caprice.
Family would give eye colors,hair color, intellect if you want, but not the spirit.
That little voice weakened defended itself from the scandal.
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