Laughs and Lobotomies

I’m not sure why you always thought everything between us was a competition.

I could never diet the way you did, or row as well as you did, or push myself the way you did (according to you).

I wasn’t competing with you. I wanted a parent. You win. You’re better than me in every way.

I’ll concede, whatever you were trying to win you win.

But you’ve lost a daughter you can’t get back.

I don’t know if that matters to you or not.