Dear Mommy,

Could you just be so generous as to grace me with your sacred consideration for once, your majesty? I understand that I’m an inferior pauper burdening you with my presence. Oh yes, I know this. And I know it’s my fault that you have to work three jobs. It’s my fault you don’t have a college degree. It’s my fault that you’re in debt because it’s my fault that you handle your money irresponsibly. I take full responsibility of my actions and beg your forgiveness.

This really is all my doing, I suppose. I mean really, how stupid can I be, to try to speak as if I had a voice. I must’ve forgotten that my objections only bring about destruction. I do as I am told and speak only when you’ll like what you hear. Anything else is unacceptable and will not be tolerated by any means- an empty rant of invalidity. I can’t have opinions, or at least not vocalize them. Not unless they correspond with yours. Any musings of mine are worthless, meaningless. A waste of breath and a waste of hope that maybe, someday, you can swallow your pride and say, “You know what? You’re right.”
“I’m sorry.”
But I know those words will never cross your lips. No! And I know I will be forever inferior to you in all aspects. Not only are you the elder, but you’re also the human being. I am neither. No, I am a parasite leeching onto you and I deserve nothing. I deserve no consideration, no compassion, no sympathy, and no respect. For I am not a human being like you; I warrant no humanity. I am spared no dignity.
But I suppose I should apologize, now shouldn’t I? After all, I’ve done you such a great disservice. I am truly sorry for all of the injustices I’ve committed against you. Like plundering your hard-earned money and wasting it on unnecessary luxuries, petty wants and whims- like medical expenses, nourishment, and a bed to sleep in. How very selfish of me. Or perhaps I should just go ahead and relieve you of this repulsive “spoiled a** brat” of a nuisance that I’ve burdened you with for fifteen unbearable years. Then maybe you could have that good life that you dream of- the life you so often remind me that I am what is keeping you from it. For I know I should not have the audacity or the pride to challenge your mandate. I should not continue to cower under your rule and I will dare not look you in the eyes… As I am not worthy.

With love, your baby girl

-Danielle

P.S. Tell Shana that I say hi.