When She No Longer Behaves

I was the most perfect sacrifice from my mother's perspective. She is obedient, gentle, and easy to control, and she is also the best-behaved girl in everyone's eyes. Until my feelings told me that this logic was wrong When I stopped being obedient, bared my fangs, refused all the paths she had arranged for me, and kept making new plans for my life, my mother cried. She said that I was one in 100,000 people in this world, a special existence. But this time I didn't open the door again, I just lay quietly on the bed without resisting or arguing. I just told her calmly, "Mom, I will not embarrass myself again. This time I choose to stand on the same front as me." This is my not too late adolescence, and it is also the war of independence that a girl started for herself.