Myopic view

Life is hard, and there is nothing anyone can say to deter me. There is always something to do, someone to take care of, or a task to complete. When does one even get the time to breathe or even enjoy either themselves or their loved ones? As for me, I am determined to find an easy way out and use it. Because why?! Yes, why?!
Tssw! Look at me, I was asked to buy milk, no brand, just milk. I went to the provision shop behind our neighbor’s house to purchase “milk” as instructed, only to be told this is not the brand of milk Paapa wanted. Wait, am I a mind reader? How was I supposed to know the brand you wanted? As an adult, shouldn’t he have thought ahead to inform me what he wanted? Should I be the one to think for him? Ah Awurde, even, when I asked him and his wife to get me Maame’s pair of trendy and shiny pink shoes for ‘our day’ mpo, they couldn’t buy it and now they are complaining about me not getting the brand right. Tssw, soon I will just leave their house, and start a life of my own, work to take care of myself. Then no one will ask me to do one chore or the other.
Ajeeeeei, my little toe! What is this nonsense stone kwraa doing here? Let me just kick it into the gutter as revenge. Life is hard o ei! Tssw.
“Yaa baby, did you get the brand right this time?” Paapa yelled as he saw me approach in the distance. Yes please, I said with a smile. It doesn’t matter whether I was smiling at his face; what matters is that, on the inside, I wasn’t, and my plan to move out was going to be executed.
I couldn’t voice out all the things running through my mind because of the beating that I was likely to receive, but I am thinking about it, and so shall it be.