“Does she understand how good you are?” he asked completely freaking seriously. “She does, but she’d rather see me do something else with my life.” Out of my peripheral vision, I could see his head turn. At the end of the day, I’m going to keep living the way I want, regardless of what she says or thinks.” I just let her say whatever she wants to say and I suck it up. I’m not ever going to do what she wants me to do, or be the person that she wants me to be. Well… “She just has a different view on how I should live my life, Rey. I don’t want to hurt her feelings and tell her that her opinion doesn’t matter -“ “I…” I turned back to face out the windshield and tried to tell myself that this moment was real. “Why do you let her belittle you in that way?” He on the other hand, was busy facing forward. My head snapped over to look at his face. “I don’t like the way your mother speaks to you.” I had barely turned the ignition and driven to the corner of the block when the German spoke up. It was the same restaurant we’d gone to for the last three years so I knew exactly where we were heading. Since we wouldn’t all fit into my mom’s sedan, Kulti and I drove separately.
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