Today I took my mother to her doctor’s appointment because both my siblings are busy with whatever. Some days I’m fine with that but not today. I was already irritated because she can go on her own but I have to play the part of dutiful daughter. I’m sick of it. I’m not a child anymore or so I thought. Usually we drive in silence making little conversation. I don’t remember the topic but it ended up about me.
Little background about me: I’m anemic and have rheumatoid arthritis and I’m only twenty five. I know it’s my responsibility to take care of my health but I don’t care all that much anymore. That’s what my mother kept lecturing me about. Why couldn’t I be more active like she is? Do this, do that. I’m sure nearly every child was told this. This same talk every freaking week or month; I don’t know I lost count. I stopped listening after the third time. I just want to live as is. Is that too much to ask? But of course I don’t tell her this; to make her think I was rebelling against all the traditions she grew up from. I’m so tired of it all. I wished I was never born.