If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d ask her if she had killed someone in the previous life because having me as a daughter is like sticking a knife in your stomach. It hurts every time you breathe.

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d tell her I failed in one of my subjects again because of being late despite the fact the she woke up so early to prepare my breakfast and lunch.

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d ask her if she has gotten her shit together, or close to, in her twenties because I certainly haven’t and still very far from it.

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d explain to her why I have to come home so late at night from school, and that’s not because of schoolwork.

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d tell her about my dreams and fears and why I never had the guts to pursue what I always loved doing

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d make her understand why sometimes I sleep and eat so little or so much.

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d make her see why I can never be the daughter she’ll be proud of.

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d tell her “Thank you” and make her see that I mean it.

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d tell her I’m sorry.

If I ever talk to my Mother, I’d ask for help.

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