Before, I would ask,
May be five hundred times,
Why, why, why?
Why I am not good enough,
Why I cant be loved the huge way.
And |I would start a fight and get mad,
Trough (I need a dictionary for spelling) something at you and break few dishes.
Its a tradition.
Now I just smile and say:
Its okay baby (a nick name)
I want you to be happy.