“Tina, are you sure about this? I mean, the fact is that you are a teenager. Teenagers tend to be very passionate about hobbies to leave them a few months later. After all, this is a huge investment.”

“Mom, I make movies for how long now? I have used shitty equipment -”

“Mind your language, Tina!”

I continue as if I didn’t hear her. “I have used very bad equipment for so long now. Isn’t it clear to you that this is what I want to do? It will be what I do after high school, it will be my job. What if later I don’t get a job because others are more experienced because they did have good equipment to make good stuff and experiment already before going to University?”

“First of all, you are once again exaggerating. You do have that flaw from your father.” I look at my father, he says nothing. He has given up protesting against my mom a long time ago.

“Second of all, there are many jobs to do out there. Maybe you should consider other studies.”

“Mother! You know this is my dream, I just… fucking hell, this is what I wanna do!”

“That language, Tina! Where do you get it from.”

“From living in the real world,” I snap. I get so sick of my mom and her good behaviour. So sick of her being so naïve. “From not living my life behind a desk, in front of class yet being so ignorant of what really goes on in a teenage life, from not spending more time at fucking seminars and reading stupid articles about how to raise your child, written by people who have no clue. From being out there, trying to live a normal life, not being wrapped up in my own world so much that I can’t see what’s going on out there!”

My mother falls silent. I am just furious. I can’t hold myself anymore and I feel the tears coming up as I see my fathers’ face. I know all he wants is a peaceful, quiet family dinner. Ken is looking amused, he always likes a bit of action. You’d think he’d get enough of that in the army.