Epiphany

The parental units are aware of my grade.

Early in the day, my mom talked to me about how it happened and all that. I tried explaining to her that my classes aren't that easy. But then again, maybe she's not ready to listen at all.

I let them play their role as parents. I'll simply stay quiet in my corner, and try to read my book as usual. Just so they won't blame me again for low grades. Every word they utter against me is a burden to carry. I want to be free of it. But then again, I can never change it. I can never change my parents, even if I wanted to.

Nevertheless, move on, little one. There's a lot more you can make up for. There's a lot more in which you can do better with.

But part of me begs to differ. Is this really what I tell myself? So I can move forward? My own words are not enough to push me farther.

Mulat, wake me from this nightmare.