SOUR DOUGH KID
My parents and I are two very different things which made up these words to come.
I have no fuss with the way my parents live, nor I am fan of there choices.
They are very good theater actors but terrible souls.
They are good parents but terrible humans to know.
They have blood, tears, breaths, pain, revenge and regrets of mine and more.
Their bottle of brain shake and they let the whole world roll.
They are good detectives but terrible agents.
They serve the roll of servers and never the parents.
They are compound of sour dough starter.
The more tears, patience, backups and hurts and pain and curse you give the more they grow to something stinky.
