I ask my parents if I could go to a birthday party for a friend of mine. This party was mainly a family gathering, and is a big event in Hispanic culture known as a Quinceañera. But I had to go through my dad first before even saying maybe I could go. I always think that he gives me a hard time and could make this process a lot easier.
A lot of friends my age fail to realize that we have responsible parents and they ask questions because they care. Sure they get a little carried away sometimes, I think. Still, I get it when I put myself in their position. I had to consider the fact that neither of my parents had ever met the girl’s parents yet and my dad had never heard me speak of her. Asking to go was like mission impossible.
Answering his outrageously difficult questions involve you digging in the pits of your stomach for an answer and looking at the wall like a lost and confused puppy, but I did it. I left that room knowing that he is just doing what God told him to do. And that is to keep us safe and lead us on the right path and I should be grateful.
-Bright Eyes
About Me
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- We are three sisters from a family of 6 sisters. We love our life, family, friends, and God. This is the life and times of us.
1 comment:
Though I feel your pain, I agree with Dad that you should be able to give a coherent answer for why you want to go to these things as well as why you should be allowed to go. Your grandad just used to tell me no.
In the end, after I had a nice chat with your friend's mom, you went to the party, looked lovely, and had a lovely time.
Cherich the memories!
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