The bond between me and my mother is slowly breaking. After those few arguments, it's like she does not understand why am I doing all these. Just last week, she gave a girl figurine to a boy. A toddler to be more exact. I was trying to tell her that it was not a good idea. Just two times I repeated, "Mum, that toy is for girls."
Did she listen? Not at all.
What I got in return for concern was a great scolding. She even threatened to hit me with a big box of candles. When I tried to explain, she screamed a shut up at me. I was scared, okay? Really scared. It's like someone aiming a gun at you and yelling at you to admit something that was never the truth. She made me stand and face the wall, reflect on my 'bad' behaviour, and apologise to her. Wow, what a great mother!
Then yesterday, before we went to fly kite at West Coast Park, my father made a deal that we would leave the park at 6.30pm, so that we would be in time to catch 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' at 7.30pm, bathe and probably time to buy back food to eat.I had a gut feeling that I should never trust what he said, but I foolishly ignored it. Indeed, my father broke the deal. It was 6.45pm that he decided to leave. Actually I made him. Because I saw the dark ominous clouds closing in and I knew there was going to be a big rain. I tried to tell him that we should really go home and my mother just shut me up again. It was only when the kite was cut off from the string that he decided to go home. And it was a lucky thing that I stomped off back to the car.
Because by the time we sat in the car, rain finally poured down. So in other words, I kind of saved them from a storm. But did I get any 'thanks' or 'sorry'? No, never. All I got was silence.
What's the moral behind this? Parents are never trustworthy.
Next was today. The worst of the worst. Guess what? My mother wants me to skip Red Cross this Thursday, because my uncle had won for her a free room at one of the hotels in Sentosa. I wouldn't mind if Friday was not my Evacuation accreds! Now I seriously need help with my practical because I will screw up. I need somebody's help tomorrow. Why can't my mother see that this accreds is very important? I am already doing my part, revising the notes for theory. But she is not.
I hate this alot. And somemore she still asked me why i was crying. Fine, I shall give you the answer here, where you will never see until I die.
Because I have such a mother that does not understand me at all.
Life is cruel when even your own family does not understand you.
