Dear Mother,

Meet your replacement, a.k.a. The Hybrid:

You thought I grew up and learned to do things on my own when I moved out.

You were wrong.

Instead, I got The Hybrid as a roommate to do what you used to do.

For example: She makes me food and when it's done, everyone else will serve their own, but she will serve mine to me. You know how I hate to get my own food. This weekend alone she made me fried rice and bancan. Btw I have no idea how to spell bancan because it's Vietnamese. But that's how it sounds.

Guess what else. This whole semester my room has been a mess. I tried to clean it every once in a while, but I just couldn't do it. I told the Hybrid I needed help. So guess what. She organized all my crap and put my stuff away while I sat on a chair and told her stories of my childhood. When she was done, there were just a few things left that she didn't know where to put. So I took over and spent like 2 seconds finishing it, while she sat on the chair and talked to me about her day.

Remember when I needed you to come in my room and talk to me while I cleaned it?!

So don't worry. I'm still the same daughter you used to know and all my needs are being met.

Life is good.