Go up and grow up
It was a typical Saturday evening. The family, composed of a mother, father, daughter and son, ate dinner together. Upon finishing the meal prepared and cooked by the mother, the daughter would tell stories about how she is doing in school, how her ideas are working well, how her development in math is amazingly satisfactory or disappointingly chaka. It has been five days since she last ranted or raved about her academic pursuits, so today, she was eagerly telling her story, so eager and noisy that she forgot about the chores.
No, I think that was just an excuse. What really happened was that she tried to be noisy and eager to escape from doing the chores even if she hasn't done it in five days, so the mother, having no household help, had to wash the dishes by herself that when the daughter came and offered help, it was too late.
The daughter may be externally tough, but like all other people, she can feel. Heck, she over analyzes a lot of things. With the sound of banging silverware and chinaware, she knew that she did something wrong, or maybe it was something she did not do ruined the typical Saturday evening.
She tried offering her help in dishwashing for the second time, maybe this time, she would get a positive response, but no, she was still rejected. The daughter usually hates rejections to the point of ranting over them, but when it comes to offering help to her mother, she won't rant, she will cry and make a big fuss out of it. It has happened a lot of times before, she would cry, say something that will put insult to injury, seek solace in her bedroom, cry some more to sleep. Today was different. She did not show her disappointment. She ran to the bathroom, pretending that she was called by nature, but in reality, she cried hard for a few minutes until she had an epiphany.
She washed her face and pretended like nothing happened, went outside and dried the dishes. The truth was, it was still obvious that she cried and that she was still hurting inside. Like the daughter, the mother sensed that there was something wrong, so she asked, "Why are you crying?" to which the daughter replied, "Crying? What crying? I'm not crying." The daughter finished the chore, grabbed her things and went to her room, cried some more, maybe because she realized that she was wrong, or maybe because the resolution she made in the comfort room is one of the most difficult resolutions she had to enact.
I think she cried for both reasons. She cried because she was so guilty, and there is a seemingly built-in chip in her that wanted to please everyone she cares for. So at this point in time, she has justified her decision by convincing herself (and yes, it does make sense) that 1) distance is a non-issue 2) independence is the real issue 3) since she is not getting that independence in either of her options, it will be fine to be far 4) and it will be alright to sacrifice a little (I refuse to think that it's little, because she will sacrifice a lot) if it is to please people she cared for.
I personally think that the daughter is making the right choice, but how will she explain her irreversible decision? What is the clincher for her to decide that way? Knowing her, she is too creative to not think of one and I guess she will drop the bomb during dinner tomorrow. Good luck to her. She's out of her mind.
No, I think that was just an excuse. What really happened was that she tried to be noisy and eager to escape from doing the chores even if she hasn't done it in five days, so the mother, having no household help, had to wash the dishes by herself that when the daughter came and offered help, it was too late.
The daughter may be externally tough, but like all other people, she can feel. Heck, she over analyzes a lot of things. With the sound of banging silverware and chinaware, she knew that she did something wrong, or maybe it was something she did not do ruined the typical Saturday evening.
She tried offering her help in dishwashing for the second time, maybe this time, she would get a positive response, but no, she was still rejected. The daughter usually hates rejections to the point of ranting over them, but when it comes to offering help to her mother, she won't rant, she will cry and make a big fuss out of it. It has happened a lot of times before, she would cry, say something that will put insult to injury, seek solace in her bedroom, cry some more to sleep. Today was different. She did not show her disappointment. She ran to the bathroom, pretending that she was called by nature, but in reality, she cried hard for a few minutes until she had an epiphany.
She washed her face and pretended like nothing happened, went outside and dried the dishes. The truth was, it was still obvious that she cried and that she was still hurting inside. Like the daughter, the mother sensed that there was something wrong, so she asked, "Why are you crying?" to which the daughter replied, "Crying? What crying? I'm not crying." The daughter finished the chore, grabbed her things and went to her room, cried some more, maybe because she realized that she was wrong, or maybe because the resolution she made in the comfort room is one of the most difficult resolutions she had to enact.
I think she cried for both reasons. She cried because she was so guilty, and there is a seemingly built-in chip in her that wanted to please everyone she cares for. So at this point in time, she has justified her decision by convincing herself (and yes, it does make sense) that 1) distance is a non-issue 2) independence is the real issue 3) since she is not getting that independence in either of her options, it will be fine to be far 4) and it will be alright to sacrifice a little (I refuse to think that it's little, because she will sacrifice a lot) if it is to please people she cared for.
I personally think that the daughter is making the right choice, but how will she explain her irreversible decision? What is the clincher for her to decide that way? Knowing her, she is too creative to not think of one and I guess she will drop the bomb during dinner tomorrow. Good luck to her. She's out of her mind.