“No, Mother,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “Just stop making decisions on my behalf.”
Her calm expression didn’t waver as she turned to me, and I couldn’t help but feel both anger and disbelief. How could she remain so composed in every situation? More importantly, how could she consistently make decisions for me as if I had no agency?
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