let thy emotion locked and thy shall hold the keys

It has been a couple of months since I first started driving on the road. Today, like sometimes, I drove myself to meet with my friends. But this time I parked at the carpark behind a bank. There is a notice board saying that it is the bank's private parking but I saw only a few cars parking there and because other parking spaces have been filled to capacity, I decided to park the car there. After happily saying good-byes to my friends, I realised that my car was blocked by a car. GOSH. It was 3.30pm and I should already be driving back to fetch my brother home from school. LOL. I started to get worried because I was going to be late. So I sent a message to mum telling her about this. And guess what, though expected, mum called back and her voice made my tears burst. I have no idea why this always happens when I hear mum's voice. I thought it's because she sounded like I have been crashed in a serious accident and probably would have both my legs amputated. GOSH. For a 19-year-old girl who is going to leave the house and live alone studying in a university, there should be no reason that I cannot handle this tiny little thing. I didn't even see this as a problem in fact! I could and should have resolved this problem myself. I decided to go to the bank and ask for assistance. Guess what, that lady staff at the Customer Service deck said that she had no idea whose car that was. Then I went to Yohan Bakery to ask too because that might be one of the customers' car as the parking lot is just next to it. Well, I ended up finding out nothing. Then I went back to the car and saw a Malay guy standing next to his car with his driver's door opened. So I asked if his car was blocked as well. How true. He faced the same situation. I told him about it and I was so lucky to have being told that the car that blocked my car belongs to one of the bank's staffs. Definitely I went straight to the bank.

Then Dad called me and I told him I was fine and could handle it. He was God-damned worried and LOL, I was trying to remind him that I am already 19 and should be able to handle it. It should be a piece of cake, in fact, it was. Then when I was in the bank waiting for my turn to talk to the same lady-staff, GOSH, this time Mum called me again. She was already shouting so loud that my voice started to tremble. Perhaps because of my stupid vocal chord that couldn't stop sounding like I was going to cry, Mum sounded so terrified that as if I was going to be murdered. I tried my best to convince her that I could handle it. Obviously I failed doing so because of my stupid trembling voice, she got even worse. And this time, she sounded as if I was going to be cut into a hundred pieces before being murdered and burnt into ashes. 

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Everything went back as usual then. Then I started to think about it. Now I'm so sure why I always want to leave the house sooner. Because it's for sure that I would not be able to learn overcome problems myself. It is NOT because of me but my parents who are always over-worried about a lot of silly things. I wondered, if I didn't inform Mum about the incident, I might have been scolded for reaching home late but perhaps I might be able to prove that I could really handle it MYSELF. GOSH. I really shouldn't have told the world about it. How silly I was!

That's why.

Why daddys and mummys nowadays are super-duper-worried about their children? I don't think they are treated like we are now when they were young in the bygone days. But why? Is it because the situation has worsen now in the sense that there are so many crimes happening out there? Or is it because parents in the modern days have fewer kids so children are more 'precious' and should be 'taken care' better? But by this way? So, perhaps a couple of decades later, kids are not going to be independent even when they have reached the age of becoming mothers and fathers. 

Parents play a really important role in the growing-up process of children.

Ooohh....

I still can't get rid of the silly, stupid and ridiculous feeling being treated like a 9-year-old kid. I mean, Com'on,  I can handle it well provided you TRUST me.

Dear Mum and Dad, I AM NOT A DONKEY, OKAY?