you, my daughter, have been getting on my last nerve. you’re constantly getting into trouble with the police, people at school, and your teachers. I thought it was because you never had a mother, so i cut you some slack, but i’ve had enough.

i stomp downstairs with my suitcase and my car keys, about to leave. you’ve done yet another stupid act…

“That’s it! If you wanna act so entitled and think you’re so strong, let’s see how you live on your own, huh?” i bark, opening the front door