“What are you doing, Pig?”
“I am writing.”
“To publish?”
“No, I just wrote to release pressure from my mind.”
“What is it about?”
“It’s about my ex-master’s youngest daughter.”
“Can I read it?”
“Sure, here it is.” I turned my laptop on for Robert to read.
My father and mother always said they love me, so listen to them and they will be responsible for everything.
I remembered there was a relative inviting us to their kid’s wedding. I wanted to go, but my parents said I didn’t need to go. Then another relative sent the wedding’s invitation, and they said I could go. Then another relative launched the wedding. They told me to join the evening party, but not the morning’s part even though I said I wanted to join the morning part - not the evening party. Not only the wedding, but also other ceremonies; they decided for me which program I could go and which program I could not. However this was not the bad thing, because there was a worse thing than that.
It was by accident that I heard that during the programs, when the relatives asked why I didn’t join, my parents told them that I was not well, or I was busy at work etc. And the worse thing I wanted to say was some relatives had seen me going around on the day of the programs and they said that I used an excuse to not join. In summary, I was a bad person in their minds.
I even asked my siblings who went with my parents and they said that it was true my parents really did tell that about me to the relatives.
I was shocked to hear it and I was not happy. When the next program arrived, my parents wanted me to join, but I said no. When they asked me why, I narrated what I heard. They didn’t apologize, they turned to blame me and said that what they did was to create a good image for me. I could not tolerate it. I asked how they could say they created a good image for me since they were the one who ruined my image. They were angry with me and said something that was not relevant to this matter. I tried to calm down and listened to them until they finished their murmur, then I said, “Parents, you said you love me and you told me to listen to you and you will be responsible for everything. You were the ones who told me which programs I could go, which programs I couldn’t go; why you didn’t tell the truth when your relatives asked why I didn’t join that it was you who didn’t allow me to join, but you turned to lie to them that I was busy or I was not well. On those days, some relatives had seen me having fun around. You know, they thought I was the one who didn’t want to join and some of them thought I looked down on them.” My parents said, “Oh you are angry with us because you think we made you look bad!” I said, “The point is about you, parents. What I want to tell you is that you were the one who told me to not go, why don’t you tell the truth and be responsible that you are the one who told me not to go? Do you understand?” Still my parents raised up irrelevant stories and things, especially the part that their love towards me as a daughter was big and pure that no love in this world could not be compared with.
At last, I had to shake my hands in the air and left for my bedroom. I didn’t see the point I should continue talking with them since they refused to understand or even try to think.
However, I didn’t want to live in such a situation anymore, so I decided, by myself, that I stopped joining all social programs even if they were my relative’s, friend’s or neighbor’s.
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