"neurotic"

 Mother: Why E****, why don't you want to get dressed? 

E****: I don't want to go to church today.  

Mother: E****, it's Friday, it's almost three in the afternoon.  

E****: Holy fucking shit. 

Mother: E**** .

I like when they switch personalities, sweetly coerce me or angrily yell and become exasperated, I frustrate and muddy the Baptism waters like a pathological liar dancing around with all these fancy heirs and graces. I haven't been happy since I was 9 years old, and they put ribbons in my hair. 

I take pictures. They open like the stars above the orchids, and they blind most people, they're temporary blooms, just before winter, but compared to you and me, they're immortal.