Why is it each time you always think you're in the right? Why do you never give us a chance? I dont know what pleasure you have in torturing us, you report back like a lap dog you know, telling us, effectively labelling us sinners, offenders. Nothing we do is good enough, celeste clean your room, help me bake my cookies, my tarts, dont do this dont do that. You always use the "i'm older and I know more things than you do" but for once, can you trust me? Trust that I wont do the wrong things, trust that I can make the right decisions. You feed and grow on our weakness, and sometimes, I really want to shout in your face that we are not living in that conservative society anymore. People are more open, people do these kind of things and you, stuck in your mindset cannot adjust to it, so why then is it my fault? You always say you have my best interests at heart, but have you ever thought maybe this is the wrong way of doing things? That you have to learn to adapt since I have learnt to bear with all your stubborn, old ways?