Mom,

I hate when I have to force you.

I hate when I have to make you confused about me.

I hate when I have to troublesome you.
I hate when I see your tears down for me.
I hate when you have to think hardly to prepare me.

You know, my wish is to make you smile and proud. 
Not to make you dizzy because of me.
That's why I hate them above Mom, really.