Came home tired, didn’t even get to eat, mom comes home, drags me to my sisters student-led crap, came back home 3 hours later. We barely spent any of that time actually doing anything, most of it was staying in line for our turn to speak. When I asked why I had to go, my mom said “to help translate”. My sisters like what, 12 already, and she can’t do the job? I began translating for them at 5 years of age, and I still am. Not only that, but she pretty much understood everything they’ve said, so really there wasn’t a single reason I had to be there.
I honestly didn’t even want to go in the first place, but my sister just had to bring me along. 3 hours of my day wasted just standing and sitting in line. 3 fucking hours.
When I finally come home, and I’m too busy to even take a damn break. What a day, huh? I could’ve spent those 3 hours actually doing something PRODUCTIVE, like my father told me to.

K whatever, later