While bathing, I just randomly thought about the time where my family met up with my uncle's family to go to the temple to pray to my grandfather during the seventh month (or maybe his death anniversary?) I don't know but. Anyway, we had breakfast together after the praying and my aunt was boasting (and complaining) about how busy she is with work as well as my uncle and then she was like "Trini, you know how to cook anot! My chelsea and cheryl both younger than you but they know how to cook rice you know!" On the outside, I was like uh I know how to do that too. (Although, to be completely honest, I've never cooked rice before. Well, to defend myself, I do know how to fry an egg and cook delicious instant noodles. I CAN FRY SIMPLE STUFF OKAY. and I bake cookies (with my mama) and uh, that's about all ): ) But yes back to the main story, on the inside I was basically screaming at her and going "WTF. THEY KNOW HOW TO COOK RICE JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE A FAIL MOTHER THAT THINKS THAT WORK IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN HER CHILDREN AND SO THEY HAVE TO EAT TAKEAWAY FOOD EVERYDAY. WHICH IS WHY THEY HAD TO LEARN HOW TO COOK RICE. I HAVE A LOVING AND CARING MOTHER THAT FETCHES ME TO AND FRO FROM SCHOOL EVERY SINGLE DAY (UNLESS SHE'S BUSY WHICH IS SUPER RARE) AND COOKS FOR ME EVERY NIGHT UNLESS WE GO OUT FOR SHOPPING AND EAT OUT. Excuse me? This is how your children, my cousins, are supposed to be living. Don't talk to me about being independent. Independence is not about having to take care of your own meals at the age of 13 and 11. Independence is about having the freedom to do what you want, and with the freedom you have you take care of yourself properly and don't screw up your life. It's not about throwing your children to take care of themselves and only see their faces for prolly a few hours before they sleep and go to school themselves early in the morning. I am digressing from what I was talking about, which is me being pissed off that my aunt dissed me for not being about to cook rice. What so great about knowing how to cook rice when I have a great mother that cooks superbly well and takes care of my diet. Although she calls me fat all the time and limits the amount of rice I eat everynight, she buys me anything and everything I want or need. She brings me out often together with my father. And we have awesome times together. Do you and your family have that? IN YOUR FACE. NO. BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY WORKING OH SO HARD.

Take that. I can't cook rice. SO WHAT.