Pāhonoa te oro

I caught my mum coming out of my room. And something felt wrong. I am 17. I work part-time. I earn my own money. I buy my own clothes. I cook my own food. I even do my own laundry. My room is always clean. My dad respects my space. He does not enter without asking. But my mum is different. She goes into my room when I am not there. She says she is “helping.” But I do not need help. I have shown that I do not like it. But she laughs it off. This morning… I saw her. She was coming out of my room.