All those cute nicknames seem so affected, and Father's fondness for talking about farting and going to the bathroom is disgusting.
In short, I'd like nothing better than to do without their company for a while, and they don't understand that.
Not that Margot and I have ever said any of this to them. What would be the point? They wouldn't understand anyway.
Margot said last night, “What really bothers me is that if you happen to put your head in your hands and sigh once or twice,
“they immediately ask whether you have a headache or don't feel well.”
For both of us, it's been quite a blow to suddenly realize that very little remains of the close and harmonious family we used to have at home!
This is mostly because everything's out of kilter here. By that I mean that we're treated like children when it comes to external matters,
while, inwardly, we're much older than other girls our age.
Even though I'm only fourteen, I know what I want, I know who's right and who's wrong, I have my own opinions, ideas and principles,
and though it may sound odd coming from a teenager, I feel I'm more of a person than a child -- I feel I'm completely independent of others.
I know I'm better at debating or carrying on a discussion than Mother, I know I'm more objective, I don't exaggerate as much,
I'm much tidier and better with my hands, and because of that I feel (this may make you laugh) that I'm superior to her in many ways.
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