Why parents love me.

I stand there, in the living room, as a large number of adult fobs come in to greet my parents. They take one look at me, and fall into ecstatic glee. They swarm me, asking me questions. They tell me about how big I'm getting, and they aren't kidding. But compared to their 4ft statures, even my 5"3 frame is giant. My parents watch in silent pride as the adults fall in love with me. I'm a natural, lovable child. I can see in their eyes they are already planning to have me meet their daughters, however young or old they are. Its unavoidable. Parents love me.

This has been the story throughout my childhood. Everyone has seemed to have met me when I was a baby, everyone seems to adore my childish laugh, looks, and demeanour. All adults enjoy the fact I can string some words in Vietnamese together, albeitly badly. Adults enjoy how I seem shy around them, not talking much, how I have two sisters who probably taught me manners. Good social parents, as everyone thinks my dad is awesome because he is a teacher, and since my sisters are smart, then I have to be.
Parents see my good hot looks, often mistaking it for cuteness, but that doesn't matter. They attempt to convince their daughters that I am a good kid to go with, but that's where the problem starts.
Daughters, in the prime of the teen years wouldn't mind taking the good kid out, but much rather the bad boy. Good class clown is great, and everyone loves him, but that's it. Everyone loves him. You cross him, you cross everyone. Also, because teens love to rebel, and going for the parents favourite is not cool. Girls say they love the good boy, but everyone knows they fancy a streak on the bad side. And for those girls that love a good boy, the cheekiness I possess seems enough to condemn me. I am left stranded, only adored by everyone, and not loved by someone. Adored by parents and friends, but am left stranded with my pictures of Hermione.
This is the curse I hold, for being this good at what I do.

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I'm a loveable child, obviously intellectual, judging by my school, and aspirations. My parents are respectable members of the community, as well as teachers. I show respect when greeting elders, something unheard of in this generation.
In this blog alone, I appear to have a commanding presence over english. Height is not an issue here, as I am still taller than them. Not too mention, their young daughters have been desperately searching for a boy, and they have found a respectable young gentleman who can easily keep care of them.
To the daughters, they find the cynical, egotistic, self-centered, narcissistic retard with an obsession with pokemon, and appears to attract quite vicious women, seemingly the young King of Procrastination. And they love him. His refreshing sarcasm and subtle demeanour which is used to insult them on various occasions. His lightning quick mouth which is used quite often, as well as his impressionable heart, which is easily broken. He can stay quiet, and enjoys great music, and quite opinionated with a few topics. All these culminate in one thing. The brother card. The friend card. So close, we are family. This is the case, in everything. For those who look at him romantically, are often frightened off by his friendly, yet cold misdemeanour, and his quite scary friends. This has been the story of Minh Chau Tran, from childhood.
The parents see a future, and the daughters see the present, Minh Chau sees no one.