We, my mum and dad and me, were on a train travelling.
A stereotypical loser, my dad, sorry dad but that’s how I remember you, asked me to sing a song.
I sense that he wants to draw attention through me.
I feel obligated to sing a song in a third class train.
I start singing without hesitation.
No, no, not that you made up. Can you sing a song that we know?
He said to stop me. He got embarrassed.
I don’t know what you know.
I haven’t learned any songs yet.
I haven’t even started school.
The nursery school I go to only teach hymns.
I fucking hate it.
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