"Bad girl !"
That's how dad used to caracterise me.
I think he wasn't entirely wrong but I doubt he intended it as a compliment.

Bad girl . . . I like this terminology. I don't know if the words were always appropriate or if I slowly evolved toward a state of mind that fits the way my "regretted" parents saw me.

Of course I haven't always been the undisciplined daughter I currently am. I was a cute child, raised in the good morale of the Caldari bourgeoisie, in the strict prison of an exacting father and with the only model of a depressive mother obsessed only by her social shininess.

But those "blessed" days belongs to a far past and the good girl has become a woman. And a very stubborn one ...

"But your Name as Assurance !"
One more stupid moto Dad couldn't pass a day without saying.