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ee the caller, and seeing my mother’s name shown on the phone screen, I jumped out of bed. I knew I was in big trouble because I forgot to call her the day before to let h

ving room so I wouldn't wake Kate, who is still

I greeted the instant

dn’t return my calls. Is it too difficult for you to call your mother as soon as you move into your new place? Is this the kind of pers

when I finished, so I went to sleep and ju

ld contact the school and request that the accommodation be canceled; you are slacking off by being away from home,” Mum rants over the phon

tired and exhausted from packing and organizing my things. I assumed you’d ask as to how I was settling in and how

r constant nagging and making me feel like

d not some stranger. Are you even able to care?” I asked, knowing that my words would hurt her, and I didn't care. I was tired of her constantly trying to mold me into some

er by sobbing sounds, and it breaks my heart, s

ng at you; please don’t cry.” I pleaded

lled at. You know, I just want the best for you,” mum sobs. “So you wouldn’t end up like me; so you won’t have to marry someone l

me, after telling me that I could use it whenever I wante

me and neglected his role as a parent to me, why is he giving me all of this? What am I

hat I said?" Mum's voice j

rine?” she asked again, Mum’s vo

. “Once I finish taking my bath and eating breakfast, I’ll get my books and study for the rest of the da

ust graduate as the top student, achieve that top position, and you’ll ma

rs were staged in order to make me feel guilty. As luck would have i

I told her, and I was about to hang up

s,

your father’s company, but I need you to promise me that no matter what happens, you will not go l

e left, but whenever I asked my mother about it, she immediately played the victim card, causing me to end the conversation without any answers to my questions, so I

t you promising me? Have you decided to see hi

thought to myself, t

his. I won’t associate with someone who abandoned me when I was just te

to feel guilty ab

ne on the couch, before folding my leg

I guess it’s part of my mother’s daily rou

to pursue a scholarship, graduation, or even work at a respectable company to please my mother; instead, I will be fr

eamed, and I was jolted by the buzzing of my phon

my wife prepare your favorite meal. Ple

d the message a c

again from Dad, but this t

o I quickly leaped off the couch and grabbe

cleaned up. I was going to stock up my apartment with gro

to Dad and get him to tell