And right now, when I tell people that I live at home and am chauffeured by my mom, I am teased by them. Really?
Well, sorry for living at home. Sorry for having a mom to cook and clean after me. Sorry for letting my mom driving me to and from work. Sorry for being loved.
You know what? I will not allow your sarcastic comments to affect me. Because I have been in your shoes and I recognise your feelings. Yeah, you are just jealous. You are jealous that I am staying in my own house, in my own room, sleeping in my own bed. Yeah, you are jealous that I am living with my mother while your daughter is so far away in India.
Think of me as a spoiled child as much as you want. Because I deserve being loved by my parents. And what can your words do to me?