your eyes turn to marbles 
as they roll into 
the back of 
your head. 
i hear your 
undisguised disgust
when you see 
one of my daughters
show even the smallest
hint
of moodiness. 
you watch her 
burst into 
tears 
over the most 
seemingly 
unimportant 
insignificant things
and i watch your face sigh 
with a huge
annoyance. 
you communicate to me 
[many times over]
'see, this is why 
i never had daughters.'
and i want to 
squeeze your shoulders
rather roughly and say into 
your smug face

do you not remember you were a 
daughter once