Today, I had courage.
My mom and dad got into one of there
daily fights and when he went outside for a moment she once again began to speak.
Mom: "You know, He's really mean somtimes and-"
Me:"Mom stop now. I have to tell ypu somthing. I do not care. This happens all the time and I never do, why? Because there all stupid fights and now I'm sick of it."
It was hard to tell her that, but I did. And I feel like it's wrong to have a hint of proudness.