Nyra I never asked for any of this. I’ve been trying so hard in my academics. Honestly mathematics has been a tough one for me, but I never wanted a tutor. I never wanted another adult in this house watching me fail at the same subject over and over again. But my parents never asked. They decide for me every freaking time. And whenever they decide, the conversation is already over.All thishappened at dinner, the way most of their decisions do. My father put his fork down, looked straight at me in the eyes and said, “You’ve failed the last two semester ests. I and your mom has made a decision Nyra. Mr. Cade, your maths tutor would be here tomorrow at 3pm. Be ready. We need you to improve.” My mother didn’t even look at me after dad said that. “No distractions or giving silly excuses.” That was her last word. She said in a low voice. “Okay.” I nodded. What else was I supposed to do? I’m just eighteen. I still live under their roof. Arguing only makes everything worse. I hate maths
Last Updated : 2026-10-12
