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Maturity. Topic suggested by Jue ying LOL.
“I am old enough to decide for myself! Stop making decisions for me! I know what i am doing and what i want!” I screamed at the woman who brought me up and made every single decision in my life, and that woman was none other than my mother.Knowing that it was pointless to argue with her, I ran up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door with all my strength.
Since young, I always being controlled by my mother. She makes every single decision for me, such as the secondary school i should go to, she mapped out my entire future, the friends i have and now my choice of going to polytechnic and junior college. I was like a puppet under her grasp, controlling my every move, as if i had no mind of my own and she always thinks that decision she makes is always right and the best for me.
I screamed into the pillow again and again. The overwhelmed anger I felt invoked a sense of sadness that i kept in me, and tears fell the next instant. I know myself that I am matured enough to make my own decisions and I do not need my mother bossing me around and making every critical decision in life. I knew my interest lies in art and design, not in things that my mother wants me to study like medicine. I felt I need to make my own decisions and I decided it was time for me to leave this house. I knew in my heart, this ‘place’ was more of a prison than a heartwarming home to me. I need to get away and find the paradise of mine, somewhere i would be happy in. I took out my haversack and stuffed all the clothes into the bag and took all the savings i had. I knew this is a one-way road and I was ready to take endure the consequences of my decision for the greater good, my future and my happiness.
I waited in my room impatiently till the time where everyone would be in their dreams, i slowly opened the bedroom door and sneaked toward the doors to freedom. Just when the doors of freedom was within reach. i heard my mother sobbing in her room. In my heart, I knew the reasons why she was crying. At that very second, I realized that by the choice i just made, and the way i reacted earlier, just proved to me i wasn’t as mature as i thought.
