C19 Memories 2

I enjoy being alone because that's when I can laugh and cry freely, without worrying about anyone else or having so many troubles on my mind.

For women, whether they're young or old, shopping seems to be a way to vent. Just wandering around the stores feels like it can wash away all worries.

I keep buying and buying in the mall, thinking, "Well, her dad makes so much money, as his daughter, how can I not help spend it?"

When the store manager sees me coming, they perk up, ready to serve. That's the difference between people.

I have the staff pack up everything I find remotely appealing and toss a card to the manager. Then I move on to the next store. With the way she spends, there's no way she could ever run through her dad's money. So I don't see any reason to worry.

Seeing that it's getting late, I decide to head home. No matter what disagreements she has with her dad, he'll always be her father.

He always asks me to understand him, and even though I can't always do it, she won't just start questioning her father out of nowhere.

When I get back, I see Mom sitting on the couch, looking really worried.

"Mom, I'm home." I feel a bit guilty toward her. I should have asked the housekeeper to let her know before I left.

"You finally decided to come back, huh? How could you just wander off like that?" my mom exclaimed when she saw me. She had been worried sick, as any mother would be if her child was missing.

Parents always worry about their kids.

The moment she saw me, she started yelling, and I knew what was coming—more scolding. I felt so wronged because I hadn't done anything wrong. All I did was go for a walk and browse around a bit.

"Do you ever care about what I want?" I retorted, looking at her. Even though they've given me so much and allowed me to have a unique life, I've always felt they fell short in the parenting department.

What kind of parents ignore their child's feelings and force adult expectations on them?

I held a grudge against my dad. Anyone would be upset if someone important to them stood them up, especially if it happened repeatedly. She kept hoping, but each time, she was met with disappointment.

Everyone has their breaking point. No one can endure endlessly without eventually snapping.

It's not that an outburst won't happen; it's just a matter of time.

I'm in my rebellious phase, and right now, I'm young and full of energy, eager to voice all my frustrations at once.

"Hey, how are you speaking to me?" my mom said.

"That's just how I'm saying it. If I don't speak like this, how else do you expect me to talk to you?" I replied, looking at my mom. Her family is full of career-driven achievers, and because of their intense focus on work, they often overlook her.

My parents have always imagined me to be stronger than I am. I just want to be like any other girl, to have the chance to snuggle up to my parents and share the little grievances of my day.

But I've never really had that opportunity. When I was younger, my parents had more time and energy to focus on me, but now they're always busy with work, offering the same old excuses.

Most of the time, it's just me and a few nannies in this house. What I need are my own family members, not these people.

"Apologize to me," my mom demanded, pointing at me after hearing what I said.