10.31 p.m. Why hasn’t she come home? Maybe she didn’t get a cab.
10.42 p.m. I hope she has a friend with her. I mean, it’s late!
10.46 p.m. Should I call her? I think I should.
10.48 p.m. Okay, I’m calling her now! . . . Fine! Another ten minutes!
10.57 p.m This is just ridiculous! I mean, it’s almost 11! What’s with her?
11 p.m. She’s not home! It’s 11! That’s her curfew. She knows it! Where could she be?
He felt his wife’s hand on his shoulder. “Relax,papa bear. She’s a young adult now. This comes with the territory.”
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Young adult! Yes, young adult. I remember puzzling over this set of two words before I knew it was an oxymoron.
Perfect story, Shailaja ?
Ha ha! well, I had a self-imposed curfew when I was growing up and it worked in those days 🙂
hahaha I loved how chilled the Mom is 😀 I stayed in hostel where curfew time was 6 pm. The max I could rebel was reach my room by 6:30 😛
I was lucky — I never had a curfew as a teenager. But then again, I was a homebody most of the time. And I left home as a young adult so there was no one to monitor my curfew! 😛
11 sounds heavenly. My curfew was 7 when I was a “young adult” 🙁
Ah! All parents go through this phase. Our time will be coming soon too!! 😀
Hahaha, parents ! Thankfully I had no curfew and I turn out to be pretty good 😉
A lovely take on what I assume is now every Indian parents’ life 🙂
We can all see ourselves there in a few years from now
Oh yes, that’s absolutely familiar territory with two teenage daughters at home. Young but not quite adult, so that’s the challenge. 🙂
The anxiety is conveyed well Shailja and this is such a everyday moment for parents with teenage girls!!!
We’ll all soon be there! But it’ll be the other way round in my house, I’m the panicky one!
Preparing yourself for the future, eh, Shy? 🙂
This is probably why my parents were glad I was a bit anti-social when I was a teenager. I went to my boyfriend at the time and that was it. No partying for me.