I feel happy when you are okay, when you are at ease. I understand you can only let our your frustration and stress on me, because who else do you have? You’ve admitted I’m the only one who’s really here for you. No real mother, no real friends at a school you were forced into, finally you have your little cousins. I’m not always going to be relaxed when I intake so much negativity. It’s very bad for me. I need to vent out my sadness. We both do. I’m the one who should feel and consider a bit more. You take numerous responsibility simultaneously. Left and right, there’s not a moment where you can’t sit down and rest. I need to understand. We’re both discontented that we’re in desperation of needing each other’s embracement.