But here lies a problem. Not exactly things I do are pleasing enough for her. Truths are hurtful, at least to her.
So you know, I just keep quiet and quit talking. No matter how much she tries to make me talking, I just shrug off. Spare her the disappointment of learning my reasons.
It must be very difficult to know your daughter is not perfect. So well, she will start comparing her children with her friends', or her long-gone youth life.
We cannot live according to your specifications, mother. That is the bloodiest truth.
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