Mak, tolonglah. Berhenti jadikan rumah kita sebagai tabika. Tadika pun usahlah. Penatlah, kenapa mesti assume semua benda kena buat ikut masa? Mandi mesti sebelum 6.30 malam, bangun mesti awal, blablabla. You know, this is why we don't like to come home for more than 2 nights.
Boleh tak bertenang ? See mom, the thing is, bukan mahu rebel atau buat kepala sendiri. But your rules are making me insane ! Insane ! Insane !
Don't let me start with all the Islamic talk. Yes mom, I know that Islam is the way of life. Ad-din. Dah belajar, dah tahu. Tapi, paksaan tak buat benda jadi mudah untuk serap input begitu.
Bottom line is, by shaping your children into something that YOU wished them to be is not the only way to raise them. Yeah I admit that you raised us well. But the truth is, it is not well enough to make me feel happy in my own home. The home where I've spent my whole life in it.
Brother, screw you for being such an ass and being so obnoxious to everybody in this house. Thanks to you, I have to go through this endless torture. Sister, fly away. Fly high. you've made it.
When I'm home, I only love weekdays because mom weren't home from 7am till 6.30pm. Oh god, I'm a bad child. Mom, I love you but I hate it when you do this to me.
