I have the same wrinkles in my forehead. Just like my dad. When I scrunch my face up, I resemble him.
I don’t appreciate it anymore.
I’m glad I have my mom’s nose. Bc it draws the attention away from my dad’s forehead.
I don’t like my skin tone anymore.I’m one shade lighter than my dad, it’s too much of a resemblance.
He left but his colour stayed.
Luckily, I have my mother’s fragile heart.
But my father’s ugly personality.
I never thought ‘Ice Cold Heart' but be passed down.
I don’t remember if I caught on to it, out it was just a gene I never picked up on.
Thank goodness God has a sense of humor and some how gave me my mother’s compassion.
I never thought I’d hate the traits I somehow loved in someone else.