As I grow older, I really don't like the conversation with mom. Why she just asks me to work hard, to overcome my fear, and to achieve a higher goal? Why doesn't she try hard by herself? Every time when I asked her to work hard, then she said that it would affect her normal life and make her sick. But didn't she think about me? I will not break down? Why I have to stick there? If I am just a bad kid, what is she going to do? If I am just asking her for money, how is she going to do? Why do I have to undertake the burden? Why I can't act like a childish kid? I hate you, mom. You always don't your brother and think he is a coward. But you are the same. You are not better than your brother. You are a coward too.
