I'm sorry. I'm really, truly sorry.
As long as I can remember I've always been apologizing. Over and over . I don't really know when it was but one day I found myself apologizing because someone said I apologize too much.
I live in a normal, but yet one of the strangest families that I know. I mean I'm already this old and my parents are both almost fifty but my dad proposed to my mom last year. . . Back then he was too scared to do it so my aunt stepped in and said: "Are you gonna marry her or not?" That's basically how they ended up having me at the age of 33.
My mom is a lawyer. She comes from a long line of the best lawyer family in this city. Grandpa is gonne but grandma, auntie and mom are still working. They were all "straight A's" students and all went to music school. Of course, that was expected of me too. I graduated music school In may this year, two years ahead of the school plan and with straight A's.
My dad is a different story. You know when they say " girl is marrying into this house" ? Well, in their case it's exact the opposite. He's from a working class family and was a good, but average student. He did sports and was even asked to play handball as a professional but his father never allowed him .It's maybe because dad's sister died at seventeen that he wanted to make sure that the only kid he has left is gonna make it somewhere. Although dad has a master's degree he never could find a job. Damn I hate this country. We're living at mom's place and she's the one to support the family. Dad is really hurt by that. He's really shy by nature but his stress piles up from time to time and he starts randomly yelling at me. But I don't mind. I'm used to it. I then apologize to him and then he realizes what he's doing so he stops. And apologizes. And cries. And I hate that part.