I want to be a daughter.
A few weeks ago, a conversation led me to rant about this on facebook: Them: Is she your sister? Me: Yes. Them: Who else is there? Me: (It is none of your business but I will be nice..) We are three sisters. Them: Ooh! So you don't have a brother? Me: No (asshole I just fucking told you we are three sisters, what part of it doesn't confirm that I don't have a brother. And cut that shitty sympathetic look from your face before I punch it to adjust its fucking nosiness level). #RantAlert Honestly if one more, one more person shows me that look I am going to flatten their nose. They can live like Voldemort for the rest of their shitty lives. ------------------ My friends asked me to ignore the comments that 'didn't matter' and few family members reminded that I do have cousin brothers - as if the latter are some sort of consolation prizes? You know what? The problem is not that they ask, that's still ok. The problem is the judgement/symp