Dear mom,
Yelling at me isn’t going to make any situation better. All you do is compare me with your friend’s kids and how you wish I was as smart as them, or as good as they are. You tell dad how you don’t know what you’re going to do with me or how I disappoint you.
Geez, sorry, why don’t you go and trade me in with one of your friend’s kids. Maybe they’ll be better, smarter, taller, prettier, than I am.
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