Daddy's sad girl, curiosito.

And I felt it—
the weight that kept me in bed,
a heavy stone on my back.

My mom had paid
hefty fees for private school,
but even that couldn’t make me smile—
or, to say it right,
help me understand myself.

Worse, my dad loved me,
but even with what others yearned for,
I was no happier than them.

So, in my bed, I realized—
I had to find myself,
to accept myself,
to love myself first,
before the other loves
could truly reach me.

And maybe then,
I could pursue the happiness I wanted.
As hard as it might be,
the stars had assured me—
it was a hopeful gamble, maybe.