cook, but my mom always says I will never learn how because

ve said that word

e stupid because I really

way of bad

f I am real

e and looks me str

e thing." She

" I wh

ousehold, you will neve

say with

erious,

e." I fin

her mad. Though I kno

ow if she's frustrated with me or if it's because I called myself stupid. She gives me a knife, and I try to copy her. With fear in me of cutting my f

exhale, then

ous, but it is a big help in o

y." I say, s

then sautés. She says that we

ite!" I say with

e will cook this very delici

me how to cook rice. I

want to learn how to cook. After cooking, we eat dinner together in her lovely dining room. She's looki

y did your mother tell you you w

not co

easy to

ruments?" I ask while slowly

lay piano, a lit

doing your lesson plan every night after wor

next week will be examination wee

r, how come you worked at

ey will help me to go to universi

ome sort o

a payment." she says, then laughs. "I also had other jobs when I w

hospital give yo

ir responsibi

hile listening to Sarah telling her story, I just realized that she is an open person, but also secretive. I wonder if I'm like her, but it seems that she has

ow to play instru

her that my parents enrolled me in

go to the piano school that

d you e

ught me to play some instruments. Every Sunday, I look fo

ry Saturday, I always look up the time I have to go to my tut

go to school, go to church, a

nt to leave.

I've finished my food. I run to

mething for you."

lace the guitar on my lap. I

my thank

that you're

my lov

u, my

me, clappin

onderful.

friend. I only sang it to you beca

at she's crying on my shoulders. I apologize to

e says, shaking her head. "You don't know how happy you made

so making

n my life. Maybe my family really hates me so much that they don't like my tou

he asks, not even a question, be

lone, and no one is waiting for her to come home whenever she's out at work. She's not saying it to me, but I can se

s long as you want

e are things that kids, like me, deserve to feel, but why does it feel so foreign? I should've been receiving those two feelings, not only these days when I'm away from home. I am just a kid who wants somethin

ng about your fa

her. It's the only favor she asks from

ave five siblings; I

lot." Sh

n is not a problem; the problem is that my parents don't know how to give lo

to be stuck in the house with people who don't care about yo

a bad day, and sometimes we're just being too overwhelmed about how

mind me to do my homework and project, and to remind me how stupid I am, unlike her other children. While my

ch but too little. I don't want someone to