This I Believe; Respect the way children choose to live their life.

I’m thirteen. Not long ago, my sister graduated, so she’s moving out soon for university. The time they have been waiting for is here; when it’s just them and I alone in the house. To think it’ll be more peaceful with one troublemaker gone. But no, that’s not going to happen at all. This doesn’t mean there’s going to be less fights to occur in the house.

Fights that ensue in the house often happen suddenly. Sometimes we don’t even see it coming. Sometimes we don’t even know what it’s actually about. It has even happen publicly in the mall, in the dentist, through texting or phone calls, anywhere and everywhere. And if you think about it and write down all the fights we had (which would be a massive record book), most fights were somehow related or because of me. See, I was the disappointment – the second rebel, the ‘unfriendly’ one, the one who followed all the negative genes from my sister. He and I barely talk. You can say that he talks to me more than she does but mostly just to annoy me. But she and I, we don’t have the best relationship a mother and a daughter should have – not even close. I barely talk to her, and she only talks to me when she needs to. I’ve dealt with them for only thirteen years now, and I just can’t wait for about another 6 more years until I finally get my liberty. Away from them.

It has always been dreadful being in the house. It always feels like there must’ve have been a fight that happened when I was gone. From time to time, I would walk back home because she didn’t want to pick me up from school. Stepped into the house, and hear sobbing coming from my sister’s room. In times like this, I would ask my maid what happened, because I know I’ll get nothing by asking my mum. Crying seems to occur a lot of times in the house, whatever the reason is. I made my mother cry a few times, but I can’t blame myself for it – though then, I would have been forced to apologize, which I find awkward to do when it’s done towards her. Why, I don’t know.

There are a lot of characteristics that she carries that bothers me. How she doesn’t accept me for who I am, too much rules for me to obey in order to live under her roof, expecting me to use her path to live my life. Because of her, my confidence has gone the lowest it can drop down to. All I wanted to do was to live my life the way I wanted to live my life. It’s understandable that parents want to look out for their children, but we need to make our own decisions, our own lifestyle. The only way I could make it through is patience, enough to not go crazy until the approaching 6 years.