I am not the girl that you keep insisting that I am. Your constant degrading of me has had a profound effect on me, despite what you may think. The life that you want me to live is not the life I am seeking out. Your constant reminders on how to be a lady do not resonate with the ideals I hold. How can you expect me to follow your strict rules? “This is how you present yourself… This is how you socialize… This is how you conduct household chores”. You provide me with no freedom to experience life in my own way. I long for the mother-daughter relationship that I see my friends have with their mothers. I highly doubt they scorn their daughters like you do to me.

I find that I often have trouble keeping up with the high standard that you have always held me to. Something as simple as going to the bakery now seems as an ever impossible task in which I need to conduct myself in a manner that would suit your liking. The other kids in Sunday school do not have the same responsibilities that you give me. I understand that you have always wanted the best for me, but I wish you could lessen your hold on life. In my future, I will always remember the lessons that you have taught me. However, when I have a daughter of my own one day, I insist on letting her experience life as she wishes to do so.