Today, I made the most insignificant mistake of leaving the laundries out in the rain because I forgot. Forgetting seems like the last excuse that any mums will ever accept. Other than saying that the dog ate up your brain or something. Oh, it wasn’t even an excuse because I really forgot about it. It’s not as if I left the stove unattended and burned down my house… (Now if that ever happens I’ll be flipping in my grave)

She threw our (already dead) pet cockroach into my room (Sadly, haven’t come up with a name for it before its death. It was pronounced dead sometime last night. Cause of death: Squashed by a certain primary school assessment book) and swore that I’m not gonna make it, that all these years of studying will be for naught. Now that definitely isn’t the most encouraging things to hear a day before your exams…

I know she’s saying it in a fit of anger but those harsh words cut like razors because who knows, she may be very right.