Blue gloves

When a father tries to get his daughter to put on a pair of blue gloves, he fails to notice that she already has her own. Despite his deep love and attention for his daughter, why is it that he never sees her own pair of blue gloves?
As a cherished only child from a happy nuclear family, I basked in my parents' love, feeling no inclination towards creating within the family theme, as it was my tranquil harbor. However, after graduating from my undergraduate studies, I gradually realized that my happiness was being eroded. While my parents still deeply loved me, their expectations took a starkly different turn. They began to mold me with societal standards, attempting to hinder my exploration of my true self. Rather than seeking to understand and accept me, they sought to change and control me. It seemed as though they loved their daughter but not me as an individual.

This shift in our relationship catalyzed a significant transformation in my personality and perspective. I began to progressively focus on and empathize with the struggles individuals faced within family relationship, recognizing the importance of this narrative realm.

In "Blue Gloves," I employed a realistic narrative style to unveil this familial trauma. There are no intense arguments or dramatic plot twists; I handled it as mundanely as possible, depicting what seemed like just an ordinary day in life. The more ordinary it appeared, the more helpless it made one feel. This encapsulates the essence of the enduring pain that family relationship struggles bring to most individuals. Simultaneously, I infused a poetic style, projecting an idealized parent-child state through a friendship relationship, providing the audience with an emotional outlet.