Dear mum and dad,

Hi. You might read this, or just share it because I published it. I want to start this letter by saying that I am thankful for everything and that I am proud of you two. But hear me out.

I will never be able to give you back all the money you have spent on me: Food, clothing, school, etc. But you already knew that. All the trips you made when I was two years old (which by the way, I don't remember at all. Good job guys.) I will not be able to pay all that back.

I want to make you proud, I want to be a good daughter and a good sister. I want to go back home with good news and show you my grades, your sacrifice is not in vain. Everything you are paying is worth it. All the clothing will somehow end up in my sister's closet anyway. All of the things you have done are being rewarded.

Heaven knows if I will go to college right after high school, or if I will get a better job. We will plan my future together, you will advise me. With all due respect, you are middle-aged and know what to do in my case. So I will be open to suggestions, mainly because you are my parents.

By this point, you know I will work and fight for my future and well being. But there is something to be addressed.

I am not perfect, I am not my sister's second mother, I am not going to live up to your expectations sometimes, and I will not live for you.

I am my own person, a human being with a soul and mind. I am not half-mum and half-dad. Biologically maybe, but psychologically? Nope. Just me. I am not becoming an engineer just because my dad is one. I am not becoming an economist or real state agent because that is what mum chose. I will do whatever I choose to do because I want to.

I will decide to form a family of my own and give you grandchildren when I feel like it.

See? I am in high school and I am already talking about giving you grandchildren. Maybe it is the hormones and the teenager in me speaking. But oh well, you can see that I am worried and that I care about my future.

You are in different part of the world, different countries, different currencies, but you share one thing. Your kids. My sister has her things, and it is not to me to talk about that. But I am in the age of responsibilities. I have a job now, I have school, I have my own things that doesn't necessarily involve you.

I can still remember all the nights you spent talking and discussing *cough cough* fighting, over money, marriage stuff and us. And all the times I had to pack a bag with clothing because you wanted to spend the day with us. Okay, first of all, what the actual heck? Your schedules were the most ridiculous things I have ever seen. We didn't even get to see each other until the day was pretty much over. We had school and extracurricular classes, we had to do homework and take showers, eat, etc. And yet, stay awake until ungodly hours for a child just to get to the other parent's house.

I know that a parent not being able to be with their child must be more than heartbreaking, I can't even imagine. But that schedule was madness. All the days I had to go to school with two bags because of our weird schedules. OMG. I am getting the flashbacks and it was horrible.

Also, I know you say there is no favourite child, but my sister is obviously my mum's favourite. So why did I have to leave all of my hobbies and my sister didn't? No, I am not comparing myself to my sister, we are different people. I just think it wasn't fair what you did, mum.

I love you, no matter what. Please love me and accept me as I am.

Your weird daughter that loves you and wants answers,

Stella