My mother and holidays don't match

     What do I want for Christmas? Really? After seventeen years of my existence, you ask me now? Well, what can I say? Let’s think about something. Last year, you gave me a car, then you disappear  for 3 months. The year before, you gave me an IPhone, than you forgot my birthday because you were traveling with your boyfriend that is 5 years older than me.

     Do you know what I want? I do not want money. I want to spend a day with you, mom. I want just you and I to hang out together, like mother and daughter. I want us to have a real talk about MY problems this time. I am done with yours. I want us to travel one day, just you and I. Not me, you and a 22 years old guy that you met on thanksgiving break while you were doing I don’t know what while I was waiting for you, because you promised that you would be there.

     I want you to hug me sometimes. A hug at least with 10 seconds, not 2. I want you to be home at least one day to see my reports and say “great job” or anything like this. But, I think you have never seen one report of mine.

     Do you know anything about me? My favorite color… food… Did you know that I play basketball? Did you know that I am allergic to peanuts? Did you know?

     Do you want to know what I want for Christmas? I want your love, mom. Is this hard to understand? I do not care about cars, money or anything else. I want you, mom.

      But do you know what? Today is December 27. It is not Christmas anymore. You were with your new boyfriend and I was here waiting for you, because you promised again that you would come. Christmas is over, mom. And I am done. I will live with dad by now.