Argh!
Unpredictable, the best word to describe my mother. She is bad-tempered, fussy and always likes to slam door or bang things hard when they didn’t work out in the way she wanted.
I was at my upmost temper today…
“Hey, mind you…walk away!” She ordered me to go aside.
“….” Speechless, me.
“Go-away la…you very tired from work now.” She said in a sarcastic tone.
“What?”
“Don’t think you give a few hundred dollars and make it as if you have made a a huge contribution. Even two years ago we were also doing the same thing when you weren’t around.”
“……” I was like, What the??
EXCUSE ME?? What did I do wrong? Didn’t I help out when I had my days off? Didn’t I help out in spring cleaning, wiping away all the dusts when I suffered from bronchitis? Didn’t I help you to make your PINEAPPLE TARTS when I was on 2 days MC? Didn’t I help out to do this and that when supposedly sorting out my own stuffs on the State’s holiday? Couldn’t you remember I was still sitting up on top of the ladder cleaning up the stupid rooftoop when all your other daughters were asleep at 1am? What did you want me to do? Can you tell me up front? I really find it difficult to live with you!!! You’re the most difficult woman I have ever encountered with! Yes, Dad is right. You are realisitc! You love money! You make comparison with how much your elder daughter and I can make and give to you. You know, MOTHER…If I had a choice I wouldn’t call you Mother!
GOD! PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO ENDURE THIS HARDTIME WITH MY MOM WHO GAVE BIRTH TO ME! PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT SHE IS MY MOTHER. PLEASE HELP ME TO LEARN HOW TO LIVE WITH HER…
GOD, WHY MUST IT ALL START WITH ” PLEASE TEACH ME…PLEASE CHANGE ME…”
Can’t it be another way round?
GOD…*sobs*
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