ANNA

If my parents had a son before me
Would he have saved me
Took me under his wing
Treated me like his lil princess
Been a shield in front of our father’s hits
And our mother’s wails
Would he have studied and gotten a job
Snatched me from my wretched parent’s arms
And provided me a safe space
Funded my education and my zomato cravings
Sent me to any place I wanted
Give me the love, safety and care I always wanted
Become my hero, my knight in shining armor
Would he have given me loads of gifts on rakhi
And would have done my homework while I made lil pigtails in his hair
He my big bro and I his lil princess
An amazing duo, partners in crime
My one love
Yet all of this is fantasy
For my parents did not have a son before me
Instead they had me: their only wretched offspring.

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