This morning was stormy with emotions.
Mum lectured me — again.
About spending, about the sink being wet,
About the plastic bag I accidentally threw.
She said I made her pants wet.
She wanted me to do things properly.
She brought up my award money —
$2,000 given, and now I’ve spent over $700.
She reminded me how others save for a year.
She wants me to save $3,000 to go to Japan.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe I’m reckless.
I banged the toilet door.
She said I could use the kitchen toilet next time.
Then came the vacuum incident —
I forgot to turn on the switch.
Simple thing.
She said I ask for things but don’t help right.
But I’m trying.
I really am.
I talked to a virtual therapist.
She asked me what I’ll do differently.
I said: act mature.
Mature means think and budget.
Start with food. $5 a day.
Eat healthy. Save the other $5.
It’s a small step,
But maybe a real one.
I told Jun Liang:
One thing I’m grateful for —
I had my breakfast and I’m still well,
Even if someone blocked me.
My ear hurts a bit today.
Aunty Shirley touched it yesterday, just checking.
But it stings a little.
And still, I’m here.
Still learning. Still growing.
Still showing up.
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