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I focused on driving for a while, and there was a strange silence between us.
"What happened? Where are you lost?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking... parenthood is really important. I mean, a lot of people don’t truly understand its real meaning."
"Absolutely! You know, when there are fights or misunderstandings between parents, the one who suffers the most is always the child."
"True. And in some cases, the child ends up learning what they see."
"Not in every case. Sometimes, the child goes into depression, and then they silently promise themselves not to become the kind of parent their own parents were." I replied softly, not dismissing her point because it was well thought out.
"But, at the end of the day, the child is the one who suffers," she sighed deeply.
"Yes, in most cases, a child suffers at some stage of their life. Sometimes we don't understand them, and sometimes they can’t understand us."
"It’s difficult," she said, gazing out of the window.
" Look at us—our parents raised us so beautifully, and today we are proud of them." I took her hand and gently squeezed it.
"Yeah, that’s true. And more than anyone, I believe in you," she said, looking at me intently.
"Yes, and I've prepared myself. I've ordered every book on parenthood, breastfeeding, and the journey of motherhood and fatherhood that I could find!" I declared proudly.
"Why?" she asked, confused.
"Because I’ll read them! It’s my first time becoming a father, so if I don’t have experience, at least I can gather some knowledge beforehand."
"Eww! Don't you get bored reading such books? I can’t even stand them!" she said, laughing.
"So, what do you keep reading all day? You study too, don’t you?"
"Yes, I do, But I read fiction! The delusional world is far better than this one, hmmm."
"But it’s not reality," I chuckled softly.
"Yeah, that’s why we read it, dumbo!" she said, annoyed.
"Okay, okay! I was just teasing. I know you're a Wattpad girl," I smirked.
"So then why the long face? Even you should read it, you might learn something," she teased back.
"I'm already a fictional man, aren’t I?" I winked at her.
"You are, but…"
"But what? I'm the only man you’re allowed to simp for, huh?"
She burst out laughing. "Hahaha, but have you ever read a story by BleedingInk? You should at least once! She’s my favorite author, and her new book is coming soon. I’m already whipped because I know whatever she writes will be the best!" She was so excited just thinking about it.
