It crosses my mind looking back at the same age, my mother already had the 10 years old me while I am still single and free. That's what made her, her and I am, me. There were times I was so frustrated because everything I told her couldn't pass through. The way she is dissatisfied with her marriage, her life, and wishing to life better. As long as I can remember, she has been telling me those stories since I stepped into an adolescent. Without her re-telling me, I kind of remember the details of her story. But I just realised, what she had done to me was unwise. She pushed me to be the responsible adult of the family without her realising it's her own job to do. My parents are like that, the word "acceptance" and "forgiveness" apparently don't exist in their mind. Hence, they dwell on their on suffering seeing the world unfair and evil to them. I, on the other hand trying to let go of frustration because my parents will never be able to make peace w...