Curfew is at 11pm.
I reached home at 11:15pm tonight.
Mum, Dad,
I love you.
Mum.
I cant seem to talk to you.
You dont listen to me. Like... see? You're talking again.
We cant communicate
Do you realise that?
I think we need to do something about this.
I love you alot, you know, mi. I love this family very much.
Do you know I always yearn to hug you, always wish that...
I could tell you anything.
I always secretly wish that you could be my bestfriend.
I love to take photos with you.
I love to comment on movies with you and dad.
I love to listen to stocks and financial topics that you always bring up, times when you really treat me like an adult.
Do you know why I don't come home very much?
I don't like to come home to you, mi.
Because I hate to argue with you.
I hate to keep quiet and you just scream your top off, at me.
From the smallest things, like washing my bra.
From the most ridiculous things, like not scrubbing the toilet thrice a week.
Like me being clumsy when I wash my plates.
I dont understand,
why were you never, ever proud of me before.
I achieved funny, alternate things that you never expected me to.
You were upset.
Not that they're bad achievements.
It's just that they are not the ones you want me to achieve.
But those expectations that you have,
are choking me up.
As long as they are not academic achievements,
they are trash to you.
I'm sorry I'm not the smartest person, I'm not the girliest girl, I'm not the prettiest girl. I'm sorry that I'm not exactly a very successful teenager.
I feel stressed up when I step home everyday.
Ma, I love you.
I want to feel happy, when I'm home.
Mum I tried staying home for an entire week, remember?
You screamed at me about the smallest things.
I felt like I was trapped in a jail.
Dont you want me to be happy?
I want you to be happy too.
Ma, do you remember,
There was this day recently when I reached home super early,
I watched tv with you.
I mustered enough courage to bring up a topic so that we could talk, because it was awkward being with you.
You simply ignored me and I thought you couldnt hear;when I asked again,
you snapped at me.
Why did you do that?
Was I too noisy?
Did you need some space, anything...?
What made you snap?
Was it my existence?
Then why do you want me home so early?
If you miss me, just say it.
Say it to me.
Say that you miss me.
Say things that I've never heard in my entire life, from you.
Ma, I realise that you never, ever said you love me before.
I know you want the best for me.
I know, it sucks to be my mother.
I'm hard to manage.
I'm sorry I wasted so much of your time, your efforts, your sleep.
I aint exactly the daughter you dreamt longnights smiling when you were preggy with me.
I wasnt as excellent as the Joey Wong you think you raised me to be,
when I was crushing the crayons and crumpling the drawing papers
when I was exploring musical notes with my baby grand piano,
when I was dressing up my dolls and rolling on the sand.
Nothing interests me more than going out with you, do you know that?
My heart thumps hard everytime you look at me with those angry eyes.
I needed you but I didnt go to you.
I love you but I guess you think I hate you.
It's simple, ma.
It's just a strained relationship.
We can make it right.
Dont blame yourself for not being with me when I was younger.
Dont blame yourself for the lack of motherly love given to me because of your career.
Dont push yourself too hard for me.
I wish I could do something right this time.
I wish you know that I love you.
I wish that you can be proud of me, at least once in my life.
I wish that you could say that you love me.
I love you.