Eulogy For Father

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I don’t remember what it was like before my dad tried to control my life. As far as I know it’s been that way forever. He always had a picture of this perfect girl: athletic, dressed nice all the time, posh manners, straight A’s. Basically the complete opposite of who I really am. I remember him grabbing the collar of my shirt, scolding me for speaking my mind; scolding me for wanting him to understand that I would never conform to his vision. Or another time: He took my phone away for getting a B on a quiz. That day he told me that getting anything other than an A was “unacceptable”. But the thing was that it didn’t matter how long I studied, what I got is what I got. These are only few of many incidents where he tried to control every aspect

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