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The most painful experiences I’ve had in life so far are those caused by my mom. I remember when I was in grade school; I was hotheaded and stubborn. But as I grew up and met a lot of people, and became a Christian, I was transformed. I believe. My siblings and I were close to my mom then. She was very patient, loving and really fun to be with. She was like a friend. I don’t know how and when things changed. I just know that right now, my mind is full of bad experiences with her. I am not proud of this but according to my mom, among my siblings, I am the worst child. I don’t know her categories for judging but I guess they’re: First of all, I am very open with my opinions; I mean if the food is salty, I say it’s salty. If the color of the curtain is awful, I say it. If the furniture is inappropriate, I say it. It’s not that I am being mean, I’m being honest. If something is good, I also say that it’s good. I tell her that she’s wrong if I think that she is. Everyone in the family would have the same stand most of the time, but I guess, I’m the only who didn’t learn the counter meaning of honesty or white lie. They are always mum, but I always stand my ground. I even argue with her if I have to. I hate this part of me and I swear I really want to learn to change the tunes. Secondly, I am very independent. I don’t like asking help from anyone as long as I can do it. My sisters would call my mom for some stuff they need. My brother would ask mom to prepare his food…stuff that children do... Me, although we have a helper, I wash my own clothes, I buy groceries and cook, and I clean the house. I find time to do them. And yet, she claims I am “pa-intindi”, dependent. How ironic! Lastly, I am the only Born Again Christian at home. My mom is a worker in the Catholic church. I know she feels ashamed that I am a convert now because other people are probably talking about it. But being a Christian is my joy. My life has never been this good and beautiful. My faith is the most important thing in my life and this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Other than these three, I don’t know why I am considered the black sheep. It’s really funny because at the church, office, or even overseas, I am well-loved. People think that I am a good person, faithful and sincere. Always smiling, always helping, and always thinking of others. How come my mom sees me differently? Sigh