I’m Good Enough, Aren’t I?

My daughter and I had a big argument about a month ago. Well, it was her telling me basically that I was the worst mother in the world and that she was better than me. She left without even giving me a chance to speak. Out of all that was said, she kept saying, I was a good kid, I was a good kid.

I was a good kid too, I said to myself. But I’ve never been good enough to anybody, including her. She can sit on her high horse with things that she didn’t purchase and act like my fat, black self is beneath her, but what she doesn’t understand is that I’m trying to make her not make the…