I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for

This is a test where 2 daughters are used as variables. 

Let one live her life. Let her do whatever she wants to do, whenever she wants to do it. Never say “no,” because you know she won’t listen. Let her say fuck you. Let her drink. Let her stay at boys’ houses. hell, even let her have sex. Let her party. Host her parties for her. Pretend there aren’t drunk teenagers in your basement. They’re only having fun! Cook for them in the morning. Make them your famous home made bread. Try to have a conversation with them while they’re obviously hungover. Pick her up at jail. You draw the line at smoking, right? Swell.

Keep the other one at home. Yell at her when she goes to parties. Even though you know she doesn’t drink-still, give her a speech that will scare her worse than the movie the strangers. No matter how honest she is, judge her. Every day, tell her how stupid drinking is. Tell all your friends she’s perfect, go on, add the pressure. Brag on her. Make her feel like if she makes one mistake, she’s letting everyone down. When she’s alone with a boy, remind her she’s not to be doing any ilicit making out. Because making out is wrong, absolutely a sin. If she wants to drive, say no. Why give her any independence? What if she gets in an accident? What if she follows too closely? What if she doesn’t see a stop sign? Heaven forbid. Question her about everything. You can never have enough information, can you? Oh, one more thing. If she asks for more independence, tell her you have no idea what she’s talking about. Tell her she’s ruined your night. Use her sensitivity against her. Make her feel like she was wrong for asking. Make her feel guilty for being good and not perfect.