La doble B

You adults are hypocrites. Seriously, all day pretending to be important when the only thing you know how to do is forget about what you really like to do what is nothing more than a string of stupid obligations. And then always saying what you don't think and thinking what you don't want, without being able to say: "It's over, I'm going to listen to what I need for a moment, I'm going to listen to myself". That's what happens to B, the adult I've become. Okay, that we've moved, that she hates her job, that her daughter is sick and that her husband spends the day working, but that's no excuse for her, at least from time to time, to listen to me and pass it on to her, although be a little good. Because if she doesn't, if she forgets me, what will become of me?