“You are a failure, you should just stay here and look for a job.”
She said walking out of the kitchen. I stood there with hands on my chest.
I was wearing a bomber jacket, I started shaking feeling cold.
I never thought my own mother would call me a failure.
“Clearly, you will stay here for the rest of your life.”
She said coming back listening to a radio on her phone.
I just cried and walked out.
See? I never went back to school.