text | mom & dad
TINA: Mom and Dad,
You both know that tomorrow is my birthday and not just any other birthday, my twenty-first birthday. As you always keep on reminding me, I am not your little girl anymore, I'm not the Teeny that sits on the counter and tells you things like you want. You have this idea of who I am and what you /think/ I am doing, but Dad is right like he always is, you have no idea what I am doing, nor will you possibly ever know what I am doing. Like I said I'm not that little girl that tells you everything that you would like to hear, giving you all the details like I use too.
Honestly, there is a lot of "use toos" between the three of us. The family that we use to be...isn't the family that we are now. Can we even call ourselves a family when things are starting to fall the way that they are? They say that distance makes the heart grown founder and thought that would be something that applies to coming home, but again the place I /use/ to call home doesn't feel like home, now anymore anyway. Home is meant to be a place you go too, to feel safe no matter what is happening in the world. That isn't something that I get back in the apartment, maybe that is why coming to visit has been more and more difficult. That place is not somewhere I belong- not anymore.
I need my space. I need my distance. I don't want you coming to NYADA just as much as you don't want me to be here, you might that quite clear at New Years. Again, you aren't the ones who make the choices for me now. Now is about me and how I want to live my life.
I said it before and I mean it.I'm not your little girl anymore.
Please don't come tomorrow.
Kind Regards, Tina.
