This is just a short conversation that gives a reminder of who your parents are so I hope you like it. :) :)
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I was fighting with my mother again, we been fighting a lot lately. I say things I shouldn’t have say just to hurt her but she doesn’t understand me. She has no idea what I’m feeling she doesn’t agree of my actions and I don’t agree with her opinions. It’s like she a stranger to me. She not my mother, she just this person who wants to control me “I HATE HER”!!!!
One day my dad came to talk to me. It turned out he had enough of us fighting and he wants to figure out the problem. For some reasons I thought it was weird that my dad came to talk to me instead of my mom. I don’t even talk to my father, yea little conversation every now and then but a one on one is really different and awkward. Don’t get me wrong I love my father, he’s a good dad and he doesn’t get into my business. We just never had an emotionally bond together.
Dad: why are you fight with your mom
Me: because she doesn’t approve the things I want to do!!!! She just wants to control me. I’m sorry I’m not the perfect daughter she wanted me to be, I can’t please her!!!!
Dad: oh yea are you sure, your mother does a lot for you. She tells you these things are because she loves you and wants the best you can be.
Me: NO!!! She doesn’t, she HATES me and all she wants to do is control me!!!!!
Dad: are you sure??? She hates you, she have sacrificed a lot you.
Me: No!!! She has not. All the things she had done for me was really just for herself.
Dad: are you sure???
Me: YES IM SURE!!!
Dad: your mother had cut her stomach open for you, she almost died I seen her bleed for you. Left up her shirt and see her SCAR.
My father left the room. I started to cry and cry the pain that rise inside and hit the pit of my stomach. The realization that was children soon to forget the sacrificed are mothers had to do for us. That they do one thing that they don’t have to do for us is to be our mother. They are our mothers they raised us to be the person who we are today and we forget that sometimes. Every situation is different and all mother are different but there still are mothers and I LOVE MY MOM and this is always are reminder for me that I will never forget.
