This is a conversation between a man and his friend.
Friend: Good morning, how are you doing today and how is
your baby girl?
Man: I am doing well but my baby is looking more and more like
me and it is scary.
Friend: (puzzled) how do you mean?
Man: As she grows older, she continues to look like me and I
don’t like it.
Friend: it is not a bad thing for your daughter to look like
you. There’s nothing wrong with that.
Man: I know it is not bad, all I am saying is why does she
have to leave her beautiful mother to carry my features...my big nose, big
eyes... (Voice gradually becoming low) it is so unfair, I don’t like it; after
all my prayers.
Friend: (Kidding) You didn’t pray enough, did you fast?
Man: Maybe I didn’t but this is just unfair...
Friend: Well you can’t kill her, she is your child.
Man: You asked me how she was doing and I only told you the
facts.
This man obviously meant all he said, because his eyes were
so sad. I tried to figure why he felt that way, and I realised that he was
hot-tempered and could throw a perforator at you when he is angry.
I kinda concluded that he was subconsciously scared that his
daughter may not only take up his looks, but his character also.
As for me, it would be totally cool if my daughter looks
like me, although not as slim and way more fearless...
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