I’m sorry I am not the type of daughter you want me to be

I’m sorry I kept on spilling water on the kitchen floor like a mighty waterfall releasing all it’s oxygen

I’m sorry for being lazy everyday. I mean, it’s who I am and I can be productive

Sorry I always murmur every time you both try to have a conversation with me

Sorry for disobeying your orders. This is a household, not a court place

I’m sorry I refuse to clean the cats’ litter box. That thing reeks with disappointment

I’m sorry I am not like other parents’ daughter who never argues back, is a goodie two shoes, and is extremely smart

I’m sorry I don’t reply back to both of your text messages. I’m not trying to ignore anyone

Sorry for not responding with an “I love you” at the end of our phone calls like I’m the one who’s the heartbreaker. It was an accident

Sorry for fighting verbally between my two brothers; your two sons. We do that all the time, why can’t you deal with it?!

I’m sorry I talk back at you. I do too have a voice to say and not just ears to listen. My ears can’t talk! I am not a muted speaker!

I’m sorry for cooking recipes out of a cookbook (as if we even have one) and nearly burned the house down like I’m some kind of criminal who does these things

But I’m not

I’m sorry you both get so furious at me to the point where a family reunion appears and you all talk behind my back like if you are in high school again

Every waking moment I’ve come downstairs, you all stood there and laserbeam your eyes at me.

Sorry for lying to you. I mean it, literally

Sorry for all the things I’ve done wrong

I’m even sorry for being your ONLY daughter and the OLDEST child

I’m sorry for being me