I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you can’t let me be independent. I don’t understand why you act like I’ve been a horrible daughter. I haven’t. I know I am not perfect, but I don’t see how I could possibly deserve the treatment you’ve given me.

What is wrong with wanting to go off to school? What’s wrong with not wanting to live under my parents’ roof? What’s so wrong about wanting to travel and dream bigger than the small town you raised me in? What’s so wrong with choosing a life that’s different from yours?