Do you know what happened the day I told my mother about your love?!!
Let me tell you from the beginning.
Before I said anything, I untied my hair and let it fall on my shoulder. My mother said that when you untied your hair, it looks like you are getting older. I wanted to be big when I talk about your love.
After that, I poured two glasses of tea, to keep it between us, but I burned my hand and I couldn’t say oh, but to calm down, I had to because my mother wouldn’t believe that I grew up if she knew. I hid my mother’s burnt hand under the tray, put the tea in front of her and sat next to her, your love was like sugar water in my heart and I didn’t know where to start. I hesitantly said: Mother, if you are in love, how much more pleasant life is for you, isn’t it?
He took off his reading glasses and fixed his gaze on my hair, as if he had figured it out, he took his gaze from me and lost it among the flowers of the carpet.
Love is a strange thing, my girl, it’s like having the world in your eyes and not seeing anything, not wanting anything, and still being happy and happy despite all the not seeing and not wanting.
But love has its own dangers, to be in love you have to go through many things, sometimes from your happiness, sometimes from yourself, sometimes from your youth.
He touched his short hair and continued:
For some, love is just loss.
For some, it’s a gain. But I think women lose more.
sometimes their hair, so that a strand of hair in the food does not bother their lover.
Sometimes their fingernails, lest they are not clean and upset their lover
Sometimes they change their scent in the kitchen with the smell of food
They burn their hands and do not say oh.
He paused and covered the burn on his hand with his finger:
+ Sometimes they don’t buy, they don’t wear, they ignore it so that their lover doesn’t get upset!! The story becomes more continuous when women experience the feeling of motherhood, a hundred times greater love with sacrifices that cannot be described in words.
My daughter, falling in love is not a bad thing, but if it comes to you before its time, you will perish
I smiled, got up and went to my room, the burn mark on my hand was more obvious, I stood facing the mirror and looked at myself. I didn’t like love, I braided my hair, I wanted to remain the little girl of the family. It was too early to grow up. Too early!!
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This post is written by Sara_b_h