I’ve Become My Parents.
Do you ever find yourself doing something your parents used to do when you were a kid, despite the fact you hated it back then?
“Everyone else we knew growing up is the same: image of their parents, no matter how loud they told themselves they’d be different”― Tana French
It happens in the time between sunset and the lighting of the street light. There was a small quiet gray period back then when Sophia was a teenager. The air is always alive for them with chatters, laughter, dreams and some special dreams which take different shapes depending on the times of the day. Their group change more swiftly, swell with new friends, dissolve and form again in one breath.For the teenagers time has no value at all or may be a little. Sophia was from a very conservative family where there used to be a curfew for the girls, that after school you can spend time with your friend, but you have to come back home as soon as it is seven in the evening or as soon as you see the street light. Sophia is a very lovely girl with bright things in her; bright brown expressive eyes, bright smile and a positive attitude towards life. She loves her parents but sometimes the attraction of friends pull more and makes her take wrong decisions.
It was a ten minutes after seven on a Friday evening. As Sophia slipped through the front door and into the paneled hall way, her mother appeared. Her eye brows pulled together. She adjusted her eyeglass on her nose and looked at Sophia, folding her arms, head cocked to one side. “Where were you? Is it the right time to come home? Do not you have any respect for your parents?”
Sophia’s heart was pounding at a frantic tempo. She inhaled deeply, lifted her eyes slowly. “Sorry. Me and my friends were talking about stuffs and forgot the time.” She swallowed, wiped her sweat with the back of her palm. She continued her sentence, “I will go and finish my homework.” Sophia left quietly into her study room. She did not like the restraint all the time. It was no fun at all.
Today after a long time Sophia is really surprised when the same argument she started with her daughter. “You are so late! Where have you been? You should come earlier.”
Her daughter tries her best to explain. “Mom! Listen. I am in the Law school and have lots of home work to do before I drive home. I am not a little girl that you have to give a fix time to return home.” Then she comes closer and says, “Sorry mom. But you have to give a little space and I know my limits, you have raised me. So don’t worry. I will never do anything wrong.”
Sophia looks at her daughter; her voice matches her eyes.There is a small pause. Then Sophia’s expression softens. Smile spreads from her tightly pressed mouth. “Sorry. I understand, but I am so much used to this time sense from my childhood that it bothers me even now.” Sophia moves forward to hug her daughter.