I love it when my mum blows my hair. Usually she doesn't but whenever she feels like there's something wrong (which she is always right), she'd offer to blow dry my hair so that I could get a better and earlier sleep.
I wasn't feeling great today and was really tired after returning back from a really hectic day. She knew and she understood me for being so grumpy.
I am not the a great daughter, I admit. I seldom share anything with my parents because I knew that my dad would just end up telling me some boring theory and bore me to death.
I haven't came home so late after hanging out with my friends for one whole day before. It was already close to midnight and my parents went to fetch me from the nearest train station from our home. I wanted to share with my parents what fun I had experienced today and hoped that my dad would not end up with a long theory and telling me what other people are trying to do when we were just playing. Obviously I just hoped that it would not happen, but it did. I was dead tired and he kept going on and on so I stomped all the way from the front door back to my room, sat down on the floor, and cried. I seriously do not know why I did that. I should have gotten used to it by now but I just couldn't. I wanted to talk to my brother about it but he just booked out from the army this morning and might want some time to rest.
So, I ended up posting this post on my blog. I have no one to turn to. Except for a friend but I guess it's not enough.
I want to thank my mum for being there for me and not questioning me for an answer (for why I was so grumpy). I feel so much better now.

Hugs and more HUGGGGSSSS, <3 TKL :)
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