Pride

December 1991: Look at her! My baby girl is born. She will be everything I ever hope for her to be.

December 1997: Look at her! My baby girl is now enrolling in the best primary school. It doesn't matter that she is a year younger than all her classmates - she is my child, so she will be smarter than everybody else's.

December 2004: Look at her! My baby girl is the highest rank in her class. It doesn't matter that she didn't get to do club activities or hang out much with her friends - she is my child, so she will be happy with her grades.

December 2009: Look at her! My baby girl is accepted into one of the best universities in town. It doesn't matter that she won't be studying a subject she's interested in - she is my child, so she will be learning the one I chose.

December 2013: Look at her! My baby girl has graduated magna cum laude. It doesn't matter that she spends a lot of time in her room and barely eats or talks to anybody - she is my child, so she must be looking for a job I will be proud of.

December 2014: Look at her! My baby girl is now working for my friend's company. It doesn't matter that she wanted to work in a different field - she is my child, so I know what is best for her.

December 2017: My baby girl is now lying in the ground. I don't understand why she chose to leave me - all I did was love her and tell her how to live her life so she could make me happy.