I like it when I come home and have no homework.

I like it when I come home and get to relax and listen to music.

I like it when my bus ride is shorter.

I like it when I get to sleep.

I like it when no one bothers me.

I like it when I can daydream and not miss anything.

I like it when my mom is on her business trip.

I like it when mom is on her business trip because I don't have to worry.

I like it when I don't have to worry.

I like it when I don't have to worry because if I'm worrying, then I have a hard time breathing.

I like it when I don't have to worry because if I'm worrying, then there's a possibility that I could, no, would be unaccepted.

I like it when I don't have to worry because if I'm worrying, then I'm fearing her and what she'll do.

I like it when my mom is on a business trip because I don't have to worry.

I like it when my mom is on a business trip because I can sleep better—I'm not shaking, my head spinning, I can breath.

I like it when my mom is on a business trip because I feel safe and comfortable.

I love my mom, but I love her absence more.

I like it when I'm happy.

I like it when I'm at peace.

I like it when I can enjoy myself without worry.

I like it when I can be myself—no one else pries into my life as much as my mom. When I'm myself, I'm not accepted.