After watching Troy play with his cousin’s little boy last night and our friends’ little boys today, I’m kind of hoping that if we ever had a kid, it would be a boy. I wouldn’t have anything to say to a girl because girls scare me and I really suck at being a girl.
When I was a kid, I used to wish I were a boy. I hung out with boys all the time. But then we got older and the boys thought they were too cool to hang out with me. Sadness. But at least I still had my older brother. He was my best buddy. I guess he still is, in a way. I do feel bad for very rarely making a phone call to him. It’s just that news from home tends to make me feel depressed. Not his fault, but still, I always fear I’d hear bad news.
Anyway, my dad must’ve hoped he’d have a girly girl when he had me. He always compared me with the girly girl daughters of his friends and told me that he wished I could be more like them, but alas, I couldn’t care less about make-up and fashion. Imagine his disappointment.
At least if I had to have a girl, I know for sure how NOT to treat her. She’d be free to be her own person and I would love her unconditionally. My mum already showed me how.
