She shouted at her mom, "You always do this to me. See, now I will be late again to school because of you." Mrs Dixit, a woman in her mid-forties enduring her kid's lashes and tantrums, became habitual of the fact no matter how much she tried, they would always blame her for their mistakes. But that morning was different. She walked off before her younger daughter, who misbehaved with her. Sheenu, a teenager and Mrs. Dixit's younger daughter was more moody and repulsive in accepting anything against her wishes. Every morning, she would wake up late, even after multiple trials by her mother, to wake her and start the fiasco of blaming her mother. "Oh! Poor kid, why don't you get ready? There is still time. You will make it," her mother prompted. It irritated Sheenu even more. She mumbled how her mother could behave as if nothing happened. She started throwing things she could get hold of. Bucket, mug, reaching to the kitchen, turning off the gas, tellin...
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