If I hear her scream my name one more time...

She screams louder.

I toss my phone gently_ I love that phone_ on my bed and rush toward the kitchen.

I try so hard not to curse under my breath. Cursing is terrible. Tough luck.

Though I can't help being pissed off.

At myself; for being a very hardworking, responsible houseworker and a terrific cook that now, every work is bestowed on me; my immediate sister for using ASUU as an excuse to see my grandma; my siblings and their secondary school for parading their entitled continuous _unaffected by government actions_ education and slamming it in my face;

And I should definitely not be affected or show anger at my...