Mom, I just wanted you to know that your words hurt. Well, I know I'm not the daughter of your dreams, but I try to please you. I study a lot, I live in that school hell just to be somebody in life. I try to help at home, but you know I've always been lazy and I do not like those chores. I really like to spend hours and hours on the internet with loud music and such. Oh mother, sorry for not being so obedient to you and ignoring you sometimes. But mother I can not take this life any more, every day we fight. It's such a ban. Heck, you need to understand that I'm growing, I'm not a little beast, and I have a lot of responsibility and judgment. You need to trust me more, because I love you and I know you only want my good, just like I want to be happy. I ask God every day for us to be at peace and for you to understand me too. I'm wrong, I know. But you are too, and you do not see it! Anyway. "

- Writings for Mom, Ellen Cristine