The Window Has Opened (?)
I remember, the day when i cried to my mom about being in love with someone. when i was almost 17 years old. It was early morning when my mom was cooking like every morning she has done. I woke up and took a bath prepare with my best clothes that i ever want to wore. Checking my phone every single minute to make sure the boy over there didn't forget the promises that we were made to go to someplace to make a new story together. I got permission from my dad easily. the i go to my mom to get her permission. She never asked me before with whom i go when i ask her permission. But this day is different, suddenly she asked me. I can't lie to her because something happened before (another story). Then i told her a go with a boy that i have met at school and he is my senior. Funfact, i nevet get a permission for being in relationship with a boy before my age is enough for them a.k.a i have graduated college. But me is me i have boyfriend in my junior high school though. Back to the topic. I can't tell a lie to my mom and i can't explain who he was and what this boy do because i dont know that time. Suddenly my tears drop from my eyes and my mom laughed at me. I laughed that time but with my tears. i told her that I am getting mature and with no lie i told her that i got my interest thing to like to love a boy at my age. I can't give a lie about being in love. and i told him that this boy is a good boy. and finally my window has opened. and i am ready to make my steps ahead. my "teenager" things is begin.
