The best refuge when I am lost and down is to talk to my brother. He is the representation for happiness, good humor and care-free.
Whilst in big contrast in talking with my mum, I have to withold my temper and swallow the fire in our conversation. Why is so pressurizing to talk to her always, in all subjects... Am I not good enough? Our rows will start whenever I am not performaning under her expectations or not following her directions.
This time, I am determined to walk the other way, straight till the end.
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