I’m almost 30 years old, and my mother still likes to touch and organize my things. I think it’s a bit annoying now, because I like my stuff organized a certain way (and don’t want to go through finding where she put my things). But nothing ever makes her content when it comes to reorganizing things. She always spends so much on restocking food, and doesn’t like to take my advice unless she’s in a good mood. Today, she said the most insensitive thing ever. She was accusing me of forcing her to organize my stuff all the time. I hate that we share the same bedroom, and that she just assumes that her boxes of containers stacked up together don’t ever bother me. I have not once ever told her that I felt like she forces me to reorganize her stuff around the room that we share. In the Hmong language, there isn’t a better way to say ‘insensitive’, nor is there a word for ‘insensitive in Hmong. In the Hmong language, you can only say, “oh, you said the wrong way about me,” or “oh, you have thought wrong of me” without sounding like an asshole. Nor is there a statement in Hmong to defend yourself when someone has said something insensitive towards you. I’m serious, it is quite nerve wracking that the Hmong language is pretty limited in phrases when it comes to statements of expression. Anyways, I wrote this because hopefully one day when I come and look back at what happened in the past. I want to know if my mother still does the same thing or if things have changed. My mother is a very sensitive person, so I always try to make sure I am as kind as possible around her while I express my differing views with her. I think it’s important to still express my beliefs, and express myself without being worried about my mother’s expectations of me. Of course, I am a very polite and courteous person. But I feel that my mother can overstep some of my boundaries, because I’m still her child and am living together with her. I feel bad sometimes when I think about building a small house for my mother to live in by herself. I always wanted her to be with me, but we just do not get along well even though my mother and I both have more diverse conversations together than with any of my other siblings. My siblings want to venture and do their own things in life. But I have this humanitarian heart to help my mother, which is why I want to do body building so that I’ll be strong enough to take care of her even if we ever do live in separate homes. I still have a small kind of hope that my baby sister may have a humanitarian heart like myself, just because of a small conversation that she and I both had a few months back about moving out of the place that we are all renting. Every time I think about growing older, the more I think of departing from my family. I never thought that it would get to this point in life, where family would choose to go separate ways. My brother for instance has chosen a different path. While my sisters, my mother and I still solemnly anticipate who would be the next person in the family to achieve their goals with the help of everyone. In this season of life, I’m anticipating finishing college so that I can go ahead and then figure out where the direction of my life will be.