teks `Last Saturday, I had a big argument with my mother. No, I didn't raise my voice at all. I expressed my opinion and confronted my parents. I couldn't take it anymore. I had been keeping too much inside and never letting it out. I told my mother that I felt like she said I didn't contribute anything. Then my mother said, "Contribution doesn't always have to be money." I was stunned because I remember clearly that she said I didn't buy anything for the family. I couldn't bring up what I had done because most of the time, I forget what I have given to others. I am grateful that Allah made my brain like that, forgetting my own kindness. So that I fail to bring it up all the time, unlike my mother who always brings up her own kindness, services, and sacrifices. In the end, I didn't respond to my mother's words from last night. It's useless to try to have a discussion with someone who never wants to lose and doesn't stick to the real issue. She kept finding fault with me instead of listening to how I felt, which all the time, I became her sounding board when she was unhappy or arguing with my father.`, kelaskan teks guna labels [gangguan, kebencian, porno, penyakit psikiatri atau mental, sifat perkauman, penghinaan agama, selamat untuk bekerja, mencederakan diri sendiri, seksis]
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