I always knew that my mother won´t be a hip mum, she won´t be a perfect mum, she won´t be a caring mum, she won´t be an overprotective mum. But somehow it surprised me when I realized she has no idea whatsoever about who I am. The only thing she remembers about me is that when I was nine I had a thing for ancient Egypt. That is why she has brought me a sarkophag shaped pencil case form her stay in England. Although I kinda got used to the indifferent parent thing, it bugged me that even my brother was able to remember what I like and what I do not like and someone who had to push me through her birth canal does not give a shit..
Now, that I had written it all down, it startled me that I actually give a shit about her not giving a shit. Whatever.
(Reader discretion is advised due to some bad language)
3 komentáře:
Tak vidím, že ses inspirovala a taky začala používat English:o). Každopádně tě můžu "uklidnit", že v tom nejsi sama a přesně vím, jak se cítíš (i když v mém případě jde o rodiče opačného pohlaví - obávám se, že ten pomalu ani neví, že jsem letos maturovala)... So enjoy... But there's nothing to enjoy... Jojo, to je život...
já používám English když nevím jak to napsat Česky - třeba ty typy matek absolutně nevim jak přeložit...
máš pravdu, že určitý věci se snad česky ani říct nedaj... nebo to aspoň tak nezní:o)
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