Crappy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day.

I hate how my birthday is always around Mother's Day. I have to share my once a year event with my mom, who I don't get along very well with. I know. I'm being a selfish, bratty bitch. But hey, this is my last birthday in high school. I wanted it to count. At least in my family.

My mom didn't get me a birthday present yet. So being the arrogant brat I grew up to be, I asked her for a present. She asked what I would like. I said I wanted dance lessons. I missed taking dance lessons and would like to take it again, before I went to college.

She started screaming and yelling at me. She said, "why do you always think about stupid things like that? Why don't you do what you have to do? Why don't you study more? Why don't you take care of your sisters more? Why don't you get your permit?" I just sat next to her in the car with my mouth wide open, because I couldn't believe my ears. Excuse me? Stupid? Dance lessons are stupid? What makes them stupid? Because they're not Asian? Because Asians must study and study because that's the only thing we're apparently good at?

I hate how my mom has this stereotypical view of Asians and Americans. Americans get the cool jobs with music and acting, while Asians get the "happy" jobs (according to my mom) like pharmacist and dentist.

Happy. Yes. That's the word. I will be happy for the rest of my life doing something I hate. Thank you Mom. It shows how much you care about my happiness.

Back to the point. I cried after that. It was unfair that she yelled at me for my stupid thoughts that were apparently way out there. I'm sorry Mom. All I asked for was a birthday present.