This to me was astonishing. I would sit on my friend's bed watching this go down and wondering, why the hell has she not gotten slapped yet?? This would not fly in my household.
My hispanic father commands respect, (or fear, which in some cases is the same thing) with a single look. "Ivanha Alejandra! come downstairs" and that usage of my middle name has me shaking in terror. Ok, not literally, but it does cause a chill to run down my spine, take extra time to go down the stairs, each step making me closer to my impending doom. The worse is when it's just to inquire what I would like for dinner or something equally mundane. There am I wondering what I did wrong, getting ready to look at the ground, eyes fixated on a specific tile, take my punishment gracefully; for nothing.
But of course there would be no other alternative. It has never crossed my mind to talk back to my parents. The few times I ventured to respectfully disagree, things did not go well for me. I ended up profusely apologizing for my disrespect and saying something along the lines of "I was totally wrong, I don't even know, I totally deserve to be grounded forever, I should have never left that bowl of cereal in my room."
I will never understand how my friends did it and how their parents didn't react.
and well that's all I have to say on that topic.
not creative todayyyyyyyyy
or ever
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