i started a battle which i'm unable to win.... guess wat? its a battle between the mother and the daughter... yes! a battle doomed to failure even from the beginning, but nonetheless i can only do my best, and "die", rather than becoming a captured slave....
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One says,
"the doctor said my stomach cells are changing, i must keep happy and cannot be angry or upset"
"im willing to listen to you but u have to put it across in a gracious diplomatic way, not confrontational like u're in ntu debating with ur groupmates"
"dont question me like that, wat ifs..its like shooting bac darts at me now"
"nancy said you are a nice girl, make sure u bring it home to ur parents"
"you have no love for anyone, ur parents or brothers"
"wat must u say?"
"do u mean it"
two says,
"ya, ok, yes...."
"oh so u want me to say sorry, i'll say it, so..rrry..."
"i.. m.ea..n.. it...."
two resolves to continue this battle all the way.... God, u are my strength... Amen...
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