Parents, Daddy, Mother, Children...Just Listen.

A Screenplay by Melody

This is a self-monologue about the seriousness of a bond between your children and your parents. I'm a teenager so I guess, from an adult's point of view, I'm writing it from the teen's point of view.

Parents,

Hello this is a teenager talking so I need you to listen. I'm 14, and I know that a long, LONG time ago you were just like me. You were constantly arguing with the parents until you learned to back down or else you would get grounded, spanked, et cetera. Every time I ask for something, yes, it's either because I want it, or I'm absolutely pissed and I can't write it out. So when I asked you if I could go running by myself, yes, I blamed you for moving to this god damned neighborhood, but I knew that you just wanted me to be safe. I'm a greedy pissed off teenager that needs to feel like you're letting me be free a little bit more every year that I get older.

Daddy,

Most teens...They probably don't know this unless their mind is simple, organized, and not being controlled 24/7 by the demonic and devilish hormones. I get it that you don't really want me to grow up, Daddy...But this is the reason I'm asking you to put me in a kick boxing class and the reason, even though I knew I'd probably never use it, that you got me pepper spray for Christmas (I probably need to check that to see if it's still good..). I understand that it's getting harder for you every day that you spend sleeping, every minute that you spend watching the T.V even though there is nothing there that could possible entertain you for more than five minutes...But someday when I go off, when I move to the house and state that I've wanted for years and get out of this...this ...HELL OF HEATER...You will have to acknowledge that I'm grown up and I have been growing into the woman that you taught me to be. All I want, everything that I ask, every place that I ask to go to with my friends, every time that I ask if I can go running by myself...I don't want you to worry about me, I want you to worry about yourself for once.

Mom,

Yes, we argue...Like...Non-stop...And yes, I have, probably told a friend or two, that you're a b***h but I love you and that you don't understand my issues. You didn't write as a child, you didn't act as a child, and you probably didn't have the same issues as me like I have, unfortunately. I have things that scare the HELL out of me to come to you about. Like when I had that bisexual friend that kept on pursuing me and still is, and I didn't know how to let her off easy. I didn't know how to tell you that I wanted to get published because you make me feel as if you're locking me in a cage and arguing against every single word that I say or thing that I do. I am constantly in a competition to beat my older brother in this life-chasing-changing-lasting race, but no matter how hard I try, I feel like you're prouder of him than you are of me. I know I've long since left my sister in the race, at least that's what it feels like. But I feel like Brother is so much more loved in the family than me. Isn't family supposed to treat everybody equally, doesn't matter how old, how disabled, how insane they are? Isn't family supposed to share the love and make everyone feel loved? Then why is it only on your side of the family that I don't feel any love and warmth from? How come it's just your side and you?

Like every other child in the world, I have thought about running away...But I know that SOME DAY you WILL NEED me because Brother won't be there and neither will Sister. So I'm waiting, and it hurts, but no matter how far I go when I graduate high school, who I love, and the mistakes I make, there will be a day that you will have to break tragic news to me and yourself. Because, Mother, I love you. I mean, you're my mom so when aren't we like every other mother and daughter, screaming our head off at each other? I'm actually quite surprised we haven't started setting traps for each other inside this cube of house yet. Mom, I love you, and I understand perfectly fine that you don't want me making the same mistakes you made, but I will learn from my own mistakes. After all, life is not about spending your time finding your soul mate, or your best friends, but from learning from your OWN mistakes and not others. In the mean time, I will stay by your side and not run or runaway.

Children of ALL ages,

Your parents are always there to protect you. Doesn't matter if your father is a drunkard who brings home stealing and bitching and s****y prostitutes every night or your one of them is neglecting you in some hurtful and wrong way. Some day, even if it's the day that they die,they will always be there and understand and acknowledge what they didn't get from you growing up. Some day, they will acknowledge their own mistakes. And children, do not make the mistake of spitting in your mother's hair while she's tickling you, she will absolutely PISSED! Trust me on that one. Some day we will all have to either meet our self-demise and doom or learn our lessons from all the mistakes that we make either once or serial. In the mean time, while you're still growing bone by bone, muscle by muscles, heart by heart, and brain by brain, chill out, listen to music, watch movies, and follow the leader, because some day you will be the mother goose.