I don’t have sob stories like all of you. I could sit here and complain how our mom like Zuko more than me. But I don’t really care. My own mother thought I was a monster… She was right of course, but it still hurt.
I don’t have sob stories like all of you. I could sit here and complain how our mom like Zuko more than me. But I don’t really care. My own mother thought I was a monster… She was right of course, but it still hurt.