Coming Back

I am back to my home again, after 5 long years I am back to my old bed. I feel like I am back to my old days and I have not changed a bit. My mother still scolds at me for not helping her in households, father still has his red eyes on me, my young siblings does not care about my existence and privacy is not a word for them to keep in the diary. With all these the only change I feel is that I miss my university dormitory where Mom was not there to scold, dad was not there to wake me up early in the morning, little brother was not there to look at my purse and I was a free bird. However, it looks like my study did not change anything. I am still the girl of 18 struggling to understand the meaning of life. Am I exactly true? I will answer to myself, no. The reason is I am now not a bit afraid to share my understanding with my father and do not hesitate to present a different view even after knowing the consequences, thanks to my education and thanks to those people who were behind the screen to help me out. Oh yes! the big difference that I made is to be a graduate and I made it. Now still am I not the daddy's little princes?