When I was a five
I asked my mama why she married my papa
She told me that the time to get marry has reached
Then I wondered why my father isn’t Obama
When I was seven
I asked my mama why I need to study
She told me that is to get a well-paid job in the future
Then I wondered is housewife a well-paid job
When I was ten
I asked my mama why I need to complete tones of homework
She told me that practice makes perfect
Then I wondered why papa always say that mama is perfect
When I was …
When I was nineteen
I asked myself why it is so cold inside while a hot sun is shining outside now
I don’t know why
May be is due to the ABC that I have eaten
If there is always definite reason after why
There will be no me in this world
As my mama will never marry my papa
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