29/06/2004
Dear God
Two days of the holidays have gone by and NOTHING exciting has happened. My kind of exciting. Sigh.
We might be going to East London for a week. I repeat, MIGHT.
Appa Sumayya has invited our entire class and a few other girls from the madressa for a get together the Friday before her wedding. The dreaded ‘I don’t have anything to wear’ plagues me.
Mama and I had an argument in the week. As usual it resulted in a long-winded lecture about my attitude. I guess being a teenager is never the easiest part, for both parties involved. Sometimes I wonder whether I am subjected to this by my own will or whether the forces of nature are conniving bitches.
The general issue being complaints of ‘you don’t do anything I tell you to.’ I don’t get that about parents. What happened to looking at others with children worse off than your own? It’s almost like Mama finds this need to pinpoint my faults as if I can’t acknowledge them for myself. Why is it so much worse when one of your own criticizes you than when an outsider does the same?
It difficult being a parent, I get that. Really I do. But sometimes I wish they weren't on our cases all the time.
All this ‘you think you’re too big for your (non-existent) boots’ versus ‘stop behaving like a kid’ is seriously messing with my mojo.
Thanks for listening
Ta.
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