She's been taking care of me, cooking all my family's meals and doing all the house chores ever since I could remember.
But why do I get irritated by her so easily?
And when I look at her from the side of my door at the end of the day, guilt and regret envelops me.
If I regret the way I treat her, why do I still continue doing it?
Heck, I'm one screwed up girl.
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