you told me you were never good at art when i asked you to draw me pictures when i was young.
did i happen to tell you parenting is an art?
you dont speak of cleanliness when you throw my things all over the floor.
you dont speak of respect when you dont practice it.
you dont speak of communication when you dont intend a two-way exchange.
you are the world to him, we know.
but only for now.
cos very soon he'll realise that you are just trying to contain him in your little bubble.
and he will be telling you those three sentences too, and even more.
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