Little Fires everywhere creative task: Diary entry of Elena

 

This isn’t about her. How many times did I have to tell her this? If she had followed the rules with simplicity initially, this would have never happened. I told her, that’s how you succeed. You gain recognition in one way and it’s not that hard to obtain it. The more I try to raise her correctly, the more I fail, the more miserable it gets sustaining the equity of this household. Things were easier with Lexie, at least that’s one who’s more like me. Is it so hard to get both of them to resemble me?

How dare she claims I treat her like a puppet, and refuse to play the violin I spent so long helping her perfect the piece. And in front of the whole orchestra audience. Who in the right mind has the audacity to do so? I do want her to be happy. And it would all be so much easier if she did things the way she should. When will she learn that her impetuous actions have consequences? Not only on her self, but our family and other surroundings. Our values. What is to be perceived of us when my youngest daughter wears ultimately inappropriate clothing and pursues a despicable style of living. It takes one slight imperfection to make us stand out more than we should.

Her actions of craze have most definitely pushed my buttons. But she knows better than this! Why is it that she clings on to her own ways and won’t let go? Is making such impulsive decisions the norm she wishes to live? Surely she can express herself otherwise. Besides, the sight of permanently ruined, imperfect hair is despicable. Yet it was her most honourable feature, especially when loose and untied. She inevitably found her ways to eradicate it, and any other desirable features of hers. Whilst the shortest path is the smartest, wisest option, she chooses the longest, complicated one without hesitation.

I’m just trying to raise nice children who do good in the world. I thought I had done what’s best. At least with the first 3. But I am running out of ideas. I won’t tolerate this much longer and she will soon have no choice but to come to terms with me.

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