I remembered when my parents found me, it was around midnight 1am and they drove me home. At first, i thought that she would have nagged me again and yelled at me, but surprisingly, i heard no yelling at all. Everything was quiet, except for the sad and tired face on my mom. That night was so quiet and unusual, all she said was telling me to go to bed. All the unusual behavior from my mom got me thinking twice about what was actually happening here. I stayed up all night, just to think and rethink all over again what went wrong and what happened with her.
i started to think back when she first nagged me, and it gradually came to a realization that all of this was my fault, the fact that i was not thinking wisely and misunderstanding her all the time.
I realized that eventhough she nagged a lot, but she still cared for me and worried about me.