6th May, 2029:
One of my worst nightmares has come true. (The main worst nightmare of mine would be to end up a spinster, but that’s taken care of for the past one and a half decade.)
Maybe it’s a good thing to have nosy neighbours. At least someone helps to keep an eye on your rebelling teenagers. Honestly, the age old saying that goes, “Wait till you have your own children,” rings damn true.
Apparently my daughter has been a datingÂ jobless boy. For god’s sake he is 20 years old and he is not STUDYING, NOT WORKING. Heck, even in my days, kids don’t come out to the world until they are about 22 or 23 at the very least.
My daughter is only 14. This is ALMOST paedophilic. When she came from tuition just now, I had to talk to her about this.
He comes to our place almost every evening to hang out with my daughter or bring her out until the wee hours of the night. Yes, I may be lenient but this is wAyyy too much. I disapprove of her dating a 20 year old. She is only 14. She shouldn’t even be dating yet.
He is one heck of a rude young man, wait scratch that, young scum. He doesn’t even say “Hello Aunty” or “Hello Uncle” and he thinks the fridge is always welcomed to his wondering hands. Shit, I hope his hands don’t get welcomed on “other places”. Oh no..
So I sat her down after dinner.
“I don’t think you should be seeing that William boy so much la, girl..” I said to her with a slight clucking of my tongue.
“Huh?! Why not?” My daughter started to get all defensive.
“Firstly, he is too old for you. Secondly, he has no directions in life and what are you doing wasting your time with him?” I reasoned.
“I don’t believe you, mum. I CAN’T believe you. You HAVE to have a say in everything I do, don’t you? YOU’RE ALWAYS LIKE THAT LA MUM!” she started to get more and more defensive.
“Oh, you’re so blind you can’t realise what you’re getting into………HE IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU. HE IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE!” I semi-yelled, semi-reasoned with her.
I called out to my husband who was oblivious to us, while reading the papers. “Dear ar.. you see, this is what you get when you have kids. Can’t you say something to her?”
“I told you long ago already don’tÂ let your daughterÂ mix with too many types of people at such a young age…” he muttered.
“MY DAUGHTER LA NOW? When things go wrong, it’s MY daughter. Thanks. Thanks.”, I gave up.
My daughter was already crying by then. Yes, thanks, play the guilty cards on your mum again. Uh-huh, that’s the way, that’s my girl.
“You never give me enough freedom,” she spat through her tears.
“You want to talk about freedom with me? Who is the one who does not give you a curfew? Who is the one who gives you extra allowance when you have run out of money? Tell me!” I argued.
“If YOU love me, you’d let me be in love!!!” she screamed.
“DON’T BE STUPID. YOU’RE 14. IT’S. NOT. LOVE.!!!!!!!” I screamed back.
“Furthermore, he is really too old for you. Imagine, YOU were only in standard 1 when he entered secondary school. You were STILL in primary school when he graduated from form5. But I don’t know if you can say that he “graduated” since he didn’t even pass his SPM..” I rambled.
When I turned around, my daughter has already disappeared. After a little while, I heard her slamming her room door.
There was some commotion going on at the gate. I went to inspect. Turns out that my husband was having a word with that William boy. I could only grasp a few sentences as I approached the two. Something along the lines of … too young…..doesn’t know….. not right……stay away…. call the police. CALL THE POLICE?!
Maybe this has gotten too far. But it’s just a threat, knowing my husband. You know lah, kids these days. They need to be scared shitless before they know the right thing to do.
After the boy left, I smiled weakly at my husband. I don’t feel like talking to him yet, I’m too tired. But knowing me, I won’t stay pissed for long. I settled on the sofa and picked up a magazine to read. “I’ll go check on ah girl and see how is she,” my husband said. “Okay,” I said. Sometimes he spoils her too much. Should let her reflect abit ma.
MyÂ 6 year old son clambered up next to me on the sofa. “Mummy.. just now very noisy…!”
“Yes,Â boyboy. Your cheh cheh is being naughty.” I told him.
“Having a boyfriend or a girlfriend means being naughty izzit?” he asked me.
“Having a lousy boyfriend or a girlfriend and NOT knowing it, yes, I suppose you can say that itÂ is called being naughty.” I was talking to myself at this point.
My son looked more and more confused. “Is it because cheh cheh’s boyfriend is like an uncle?”
“Uncle?! You mean too old? Yalor..too old for her also not good..” I smiled at his description.
“That means too old is no good! So it’s okay if I like the girl who sits next to me in class? But not okay if I like the standard 5 prefect who always scold me for running in the canteen?” he enquired.
“Hahahahha what??Â Yes dear, I suppose it’s okay. But must show me who you know tomorrow when I pick you up from school!” I teased.
” EH DOWAN… shy la! Don’t la, mummy!!” My son, the ever blossoming romeo.
I guess all parents have their ups and downs, huh?
Hahahaha.. this isÂ another addition to my What I Might Blog: At Age (fill in a number) series. It is quite fun to picture the more drama-mama moments of the future. LOL. I have two similiar previous entries. Though the 26 year old’s entry needs some adjustment as I am definitely not going to be graduating with a biotech or a biomed degree, now that I’m in dentistry. And the other one would be about me as a 35 year old. LOL.
Just my little method of taking a break from my studies. 🙂 Have a great rest of the week, everyone.