SHHhhhhh...~*

I am old enough to be trialed as an adult in the court of law.

To vote.

To be considered as an adult woman.

To legally make my own choices in life.

But in their eyes, I will always remain as their child.

The one whom they would protect from all the evils of the world.
To make sure she's aware and guarded against any kind of harm there is out there.
To make sure that she follows the rules that have guided them through life and have led them well.

She is their child, hence they want her to explore what is deemed to be safe and proper to them; as their experience and paths have guided them well.

In a nutshell, they just want her not to make the same mistakes they've witnesses others make; or to warn her about the bad decisions which they themselves have undertaken.

They are motivated by a lot of things: worry, love, fear, hope.

I know that there is nothing in their heart but my best interests.

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We don't see eye to eye with many issues.
Most times both you or I are too busy to talk about our days.
There are many things which are going on in my life which you don't know for the reason that I keep them from you or because we just talk too little.

In my heart, there are times which I know if you knew, you would not be able to accept for the reason that it is not your perception of the world or what you think of how I should be.

You have brought me up well by giving me the gift of having common sense and independence to make decisions for myself. Even so however, you are afraid to allow me to make my own choices as you have yet to grow to trust my judgment.

I have much to tell.

Bounded by Asian traditions of a child obeying one's parents, to never defy the words or wishes of one's elders and to never speak up when one's elder is speaking as it is disrespectful...
Along with your perceptions and views on life and on mine.

I can only tell just as much as you are willing to listen.

Even when it hurts.

For the words which you are unable to accept... are the reflections and the resounding words of the person whom I am inside.

The child.