My parents once said to me that I'm now old and mature enough to make my own decisions in life. They usually just give me some pep talks before I have to make any decisions, so that I understand the consequences, the pros and the cons of every single thing I choose to do. Now I can do whatever I want in life, right? As long as it's a positive thing and I don't do any harm to other people.
But, apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory (yep, it's from "that" book again. The famous, heart-warming yet heart-wrenching YA novel ever; The Fault in Our Stars). I still have to get home before 8 P.M, or else my parents will keep calling my cellphone or sending me messages. One day I came home late because I had to work on my college assignments and I already told my parents about it earlier, but that day I didn't bring the car, so I had to take a cab to go home. The clock hadn't even pointed at 8 P.M, but my parents already kept calling me, asked me when I'd go home and told me to be always careful.
Sometimes I do feel annoyed by their.... what? Protectiveness? They said I'm now old and mature enough, but why do they keep doing all these stuff that make me feel like a little kid? But, hey, it's not that I hate them. I know they just love their children so much, and I should be grateful instead. That's the thing about parents, right? They just worry all the time. And that's okay.
But, apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory (yep, it's from "that" book again. The famous, heart-warming yet heart-wrenching YA novel ever; The Fault in Our Stars). I still have to get home before 8 P.M, or else my parents will keep calling my cellphone or sending me messages. One day I came home late because I had to work on my college assignments and I already told my parents about it earlier, but that day I didn't bring the car, so I had to take a cab to go home. The clock hadn't even pointed at 8 P.M, but my parents already kept calling me, asked me when I'd go home and told me to be always careful.
Sometimes I do feel annoyed by their.... what? Protectiveness? They said I'm now old and mature enough, but why do they keep doing all these stuff that make me feel like a little kid? But, hey, it's not that I hate them. I know they just love their children so much, and I should be grateful instead. That's the thing about parents, right? They just worry all the time. And that's okay.
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