That i wish things were different. you are so scared that we will turn out like your siblings or our father that you don't let us breathe. mom, you did a pretty good job raising us, now let us do our own thing and prove you right. we are not them, they are not us. we will make our own mistakes, not the same ones they made. we're already lightyears ahead of them and have no thoughts of looking back. so please, lighten up a bit.