She said I was lazy and self-centered.

She said my room was a pigsty.

She said she was sick and tired of forever nagging

but I gave her no choice.

She went on and on until I began to cry.

I hate crying in front of people. It was horrible.

I got away, though, and went to bed and it was over.

I knew things would be okay in the morning;

Stiff with being sorry, too polite, but okay.

I was glad to be by myself.

Then she came to my room and apologized.

She explained, too.

Things had gone wrong all day at the store.

She hadn't had a letter from my sister and she was worried.

Dad had also done something to hurt her.

She even told me about that.

Then she cried.

I kept saying, "It's all right. Don't worry."

And wishing she'd stop.

I'm just a adult. and i love children

I can forgive her getting mad at me. That's easy.

But her sadness . . .

I don't know what to do with her sadness.

I yell at her often, "You don't understand me!"

But I don't want to have to understand her.

That's expecting too much.