7 pm, I come home from school. Starving because I haven't eaten all day (I don't get allowance and only rarely find time to prepare sth in the morning) I am heading to the kitchen. My mother starts yelling. No reason, I simply shouldn't have closed the cupboard's door because my mother needed to get something (I didn't see her behind me). For that I am ungrateful, disrespectful and a bitch. I leave the kitchen with a small snack I managed to grab on my way out. Tomorrow I will wake up and go through the same thing again.