We know that parents say I love you, but when you do well, it seems they mean it more.
The truth is, they do always love you, but not the same undying devotion we often feel for them.
For me, it a math quiz, a bio quiz and then I'm rewarded with the affections I'd been searching for.
It's a seemingly tedious task that places me in a constant predicament. At what point do I give up?
When do I tell my parents enough is enough and stop searching to be loved?
I stand that I am no longer defined by the limited number of "I love you's" I recieve, but defined by intelligence that I obtain.
What defines you?
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