When we were kids, mothers always teach us what to do and what not to do, the difference between right and wrong, but they also have to mull all over that happiness doesn’t only dwell with where they think such can be found, that our happiness doesn’t end by their mere hypothesis, really. They will never know where for they were not able to fit in our shoes, mom’s 8 and I’m 7. What is happy for us might not be for them and vice versa. That well-mannered kid who used to do anything as she was told by her mom may eventually turn out to be surprisingly uncontrollable. Moms are naturally the ones who take the duty of putting their children under their guidance. The more we act not according to our supposed maturity, the higher the chance our parents’ armalite-like sermon is conjured.
So, I think you’re all getting bored now as much as I do and it’s fairly predictable this doesn’t even interest you at all. And since you do not want me to take this any longer, I wouldn’t. But in all due respect, this blog necessitates me to get a hold a bit of your time, bear with me, puh-lease?
Especially to daughters, parents are getting strict whenever suspicion to their kids about secretly entering into a relationship or worse, having a boyfriend, get in the way. Not that I’m purifying myself in saying that I’ve never done that, but that’s outspokenly beyond doubt.
-Ariane
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