In this home, there is no respect, no appreciation.
In this home, I have no voice and am not significant enough to produce change.
In this home, I am only someone who complains, not someone who gives her all as a daughter.
In this home, we are all blind to love.

There is no love here; only in my father's heart.
This does not feel like my home.
Christmas is in two days, but I dread Chinese New Year so much.
All of you who tell me I don't help out- I won't help out.
I am going to be a fat kid sitting there, watching you serve as if doing so will earn you a place in Heaven.