Night came sooner than I expected. My mom came home from work, tired as usual.
“Hi, mom!”
“Hi, sweety. How’s your day today?”
I smiled. “I don’t know your reaction about this, but Marco asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said yes!”
My mom, who wanted to walk to her room, stopped her step and then walked to me. She hugged me. “I’m happy for you, sweetheart! Marco is a good guy.”
“Aw, mom! Thanks!” I hugged my mom back. “Mom, if you think Marco’s a good guy, then why didn’t you agree to his asking to marry me?”
“Let’s sit first.” My mom pulled me to the sofa in the living room. After we sat, she smiled. “Being a girlfriend and a wife is so different, sweety. I married your father at such a young age, 18. It’s one of the best decisions I have ever made indeed, but you’re still young,
