Mom
Hi
Wau this is my first time writing things online hehhee
I just want to write about my feelings. Hehe
I don’t know how to have a normal relationship with my mom. I never hold a grudge against her, but I just can’t stand the feeling when I have to sit beside her or eat at the same table with her. I feel like she is judging me. No matter what I do—whether it’s right or wrong—she will scold me.
Based on my life experience, I can conclude that I am the one my mom really hates. I get good results, I’m good in academics, but sometimes my behavior isn’t the best. Like other kids, I get upset when I don’t get what I want. But still, I help her clean the kitchen before bed. I pray to Allah that everyone will treat her well and that those who burden her will disappear. Maybe that person is me.
Since I stay in a hostel, I rarely go home. I see my friends talk to their moms every day, but mine only calls me when I have an exam. I don’t want to call her, and she doesn’t want to call me either. It’s really awkward talking to her, and the longest call we’ve had is only three minutes. I don’t even know what to talk about.
The only memory I have of her apologizing to me was when I was four years old. After that, she never did, and I did the same. We argued almost every day when I was twelve. Back then, I was glad to have my father, but not anymore. Every time she’s stressed, she takes it out on me. Does she see me as just a kid without feelings?
I don’t know how to have a normal relationship with my mom. I never hold a grudge against her, but I just can’t stand the feeling when I have to sit beside her or eat at the same table with her. I feel like she is judging me. No matter what I do—whether it’s right or wrong—she will scold me.
Based on my life experience, I can conclude that I am the one my mom really hates. I get good results, I’m good in academics, but sometimes my behavior isn’t the best. Like other kids, I get upset when I don’t get what I want. But still, I help her clean the kitchen before bed. I pray to Allah that everyone will treat her well and that those who burden her will disappear. Maybe that person is me.
Since I stay in a hostel, I rarely go home. I see my friends talk to their moms every day, but mine only calls me when I have an exam. I don’t want to call her, and she doesn’t want to call me either. It’s really awkward talking to her, and the longest call we’ve had is only three minutes. I don’t even know what to talk about.
Based on my life experience, I can conclude that I am the one my mom really hates. I get good results, I’m good in academics, but sometimes my behavior isn’t the best. Like other kids, I get upset when I don’t get what I want. But still, I help her clean the kitchen before bed. I pray to Allah that everyone will treat her well and that those who burden her will disappear. Maybe that person is me.
Since I stay in a hostel, I rarely go home. I see my friends talk to their moms every day, but mine only calls me when I have an exam. I don’t want to call her, and she doesn’t want to call me either. It’s really awkward talking to her, and the longest call we’ve had is only three minutes. I don’t even know what to talk about.
The only memory I have of her apologizing to me was when I was four years old. After that, she never did, and I did the same. We argued almost every day when I was twelve. Back then, I was glad to have my father, but not anymore. Every time she’s stressed, she takes it out on me. Does she see me as just a kid without feelings?
I don’t know how to have a normal relationship with my mom. I never hold a grudge against her, but I just can’t stand the feeling when I have to sit beside her or eat at the same table with her. I feel like she is judging me. No matter what I do—whether it’s right or wrong—she will scold me.
Based on my life experience, I can conclude that I am the one my mom really hates. I get good results, I’m good in academics, but sometimes my behavior isn’t the best. Like other kids, I get upset when I don’t get what I want. But still, I help her clean the kitchen before bed. I pray to Allah that everyone will treat her well and that those who burden her will disappear. Maybe that person is me.
Since I stay in a hostel, I rarely go home. I see my friends talk to their moms every day, but mine only calls me when I have an exam. I don’t want to call her, and she doesn’t want to call me either. It’s really awkward talking to her, and the longest call we’ve had is only three minutes. I don’t even know what to talk about.
The only memory I have of her apologizing to me was when I was four years old. After that, she never did, and I did the same. We argued almost every day when I was twelve. Back then, I was glad to have my father, but not anymore. Every time she’s stressed, she takes it out on me. Does she see me as just a kid without feelings?
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