How would you feel if someone told you that you couldn't do anything right..?
Just because you made a few mistakes that you didn't mean.

[ My mother isn't always like this. She's just had a hard day ]

[ My mom scolded me in Tagalog, so other people couldn't understand her ]

Caution: If you're here to pity me, hear me rant, help me, or you're just bored so you are reading this, then thanks anyways :/


Okae, this is what happened:
We're at San Jose flea market, & we were ready to leave. My dad was with my Grandma & my mother, my autistic little brother, & I had to stay in our Honda Pilot. My mom left the bunk door open so that the wind would cool us down in the hot weather. I went outside & sat at the back, sipping my cold cola. Something fell out of the back & I picked it up to put it back. My little brother was blocking the way & I told him to move. When he didn't I raised my voice a bit. Being autistic, he probably thought that I was mad at him for not moving. So he began to cry. My mom was with him in the back seat & she began to try to make him stop crying. Then, he began to get MORE upset by crying louder.


Now remember, the bunk of the car's door is wide open, which of coarse gives the surrounding people a huge view of him & his tantrum. My mom was still trying to quiet him down. But he was still pretty upset. So I'm just sitting down on the edge of the car, sipping my cola, & watching the surrounding people's reactions one by one. They all seemed to look shocked. Well in my mind, me being imaginative, wanted to shout at them all, saying "You're on Punk'd! Look at the non-existent camera in that tree!" but nope. I couldn't get up the nerve. Then my little brother decided to have a full-on tantrum. My mom began to get pretty frustrated. So guess what?! She decided to blame it on me!


Mother: "Shannel! You know that he'll throw a tantrum if you scold him! My Gawd!"
Meh: *silence ; cursing under breathe*
Mother: "You know what?! You should close this door right now, so people won't stare!"
Meh: *becomes frustrated & thinks: "Why is it ALWAYS my fault?!"*


So to spare myself any more insults, I rushed to get the door closed. I put my drink down inside of the car, right behind the seat & struggled through more insults before I can finally manage to close the door. Until, I remembered something, which will cost me MORE insults. I heard my mom SCREAM my name.

Mother: "SHANNEL!"


I opened the back door again, & saw my cola splattered all over the back seats, part of my mom's hair & some of the thing we bought. & then, here it comes, the hated insult -->

Mother: "MY GAWD, SHANNEL! Can't you do anything right?!"


I was in SUCH a sour mood. I practically frowned all throughout the day. But I had to fake some smiles, because my dad doesn't want me frowning. UGH. Mom, sometimes you can be so mean to me. I'm only human. I mean, I can do A LOT of things right! WHO THE HELL ACHIEVED THOSE CERTIFICATES ON MY BINDER?! WHO THE HELL ACHIEVED SALUTATORIAN ON HER FIRST YEAR IN THE STATES?! It's just that I was trying so hard to muffle your g'damn insults. DO YOU FREAKIN' KNOW THEY BURN ME LIKE FIRE THROUGH WOOD?!
Okae. I'm done > <


I love you, mom. But sometimes, you let out your stress on me...