She glared at her graduation photos. Those fake smiles stabbed her heart.
"Their daughter's a pharmacist. What can you expect of them? What is your daughter? Your daughter's only a teacher."
These words hurt her.
"Anyone knows that you don't peel off its paper first. Even I know without reading a recipe...," although said, each words seemed to carve into her. "Does everyone really know?" her heart insulted and doubted hurtfully. Her discontent pulled off from her face.
Just as expected, her freedom of expression enraged the other. "If you're so unhappy, GO! I don't need your help!" She was dismissed with a slam on the table.
She was indeed unhappy and hurt.
"Am I, abnormal?" she wondered, "... or just too normal?" She was disturbed.