i am the child of my parents.

my mother's attraction to worldly things,
gadgets, shoes and shiny rings,
her perfectionist trait,
always making sure everything is neat and in its place.

my father's dislike towards being late for anything,
10 minutes earlier is always better than nothing,
his attempts on making bad jokes,
always trying to amuse all his folks.

but am i really the child of my parents?
both of them have such bad temper,
and i couldn't even hit a fly, no, that'd make me a killer

am i really the child of my mother?
so many of her traits are different with mine,
her incredible sense of fashion, her lack of patience.

am i really the child of my father?
so many of his traits are different with mine,
his incredible sense of humour, his lack of proper planning.

they say we are the children of our parents.
but am i really the child of my parents?