"It's our fault you turned out this way, we've spoilt you rotten."
"You only ever want your way. Why can't you be less difficult?"
"You are always like THAT..."
"What? You want me to apologise to you, is it?!?"
I think I'm getting too old for teen angst but somehow, hearing these words over and over again from my parents still seem to get under my skin.
I wonder sometimes whether I am really such a bad daughter.
It was supposed to be a rare and special occasion.
I had promised to cook dinner for my parents, spaghetti bolognese which my mum likes, and I had been looking forward to it for over a week.
(I don't get to cook very much considering my working hours)
I left the office super early (before 6pm - the first time in all my years of working) and raced back in my car, humming happily to myself.... only to find that my mother had already finished cooking when I got home.
Shocked and dismayed, I asked her (I admit, with a little bit of a tone): "What's happening? I thought I was supposed to cook tonight?"
... and that started World War 1001.
Anyway, I'm being difficult again, aren't I?
Ok, so here goes:
I'm sorry you raised me to have my own opinion... but only when it's not one that differs with yours. Obviously I didn't learn that lesson very well.
I'm sorry that I do get very irritated by your holier than thou, stone age Asian belief of "The Parent can never be wrong so be quiet, listen, nod and smile, you little ungrateful child".
I'm sorry that I looked forward to cooking for you. I won't do it next time.
I'm sorry I don't always smile all the time.
I'm sorry I have turned out to be such a failure.
I'm sorry I'm ME.
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