Sunday, May 26, 2013

Make Up Your Mind

I love my relationship with my mom.
We're best friends.
We tell each other everything.
We have countless inside jokes.
We do everything together.
Most envy our relationship.
But to be honest, I hate it sometimes.
Sometimes I just want her to be my mom.
And yet other times, I just want her to be my friend.
There's a fine line between mother and friend.
There is no distinction between the two boundaries for my mom and I, until that one moment when she snaps.
She'll be all buddy-buddy with me, and then all of a sudden she'll pull the mom card and decide to tell me right from wrong and so on and so forth.
It's quite annoying.
Just make up your mind already.