"Along, now you are making me more
frustrated. I want someone to hear me
how bad my day is, but you never listen.
Why don't you just be a listener?" her voice
loosen down, her face gloomed.
frustrated. I want someone to hear me
how bad my day is, but you never listen.
Why don't you just be a listener?" her voice
loosen down, her face gloomed.
I turned away. "Why? I had a bad day too,
mama. I'm tired of listening to the same
problem everyday. But you keep telling me
your bad day, again. I don't want you to be
reminded over and over while you were
talking about your feeling...because it hurts
me too!" my little heart cried out loud.
mama. I'm tired of listening to the same
problem everyday. But you keep telling me
your bad day, again. I don't want you to be
reminded over and over while you were
talking about your feeling...because it hurts
me too!" my little heart cried out loud.
That was me, really.