Toka Street Apartment 104

Rikka

Imagine not being able to make your own decisions. Not being able to choose the man you want to marry. He must be chosen for you. Everyone else is free and can choose "the man of their dreams"! Why can't I do so as well? Why can't I be free?! Life in my eyes is something you wouldn't really want to see. People normally tell me "How do you let others boss you around, and control your life, especially your parents?". All I could ever say is...

"I don't know".

Exactly what is this system of life for me at the moment? I don't understand. I can only say that I'll see what's in store for me.

Flashback
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sugarplum?"
"My friends at school all have boyfriends."
"That's not a good thing. You lovelies are only 11-13 years old."
"I know that."
"Wasn't there a purposeful question behind you telling me that?"
"I guess."
"Spit it out. You know you can tell me anything."
"Mmm...well. W-when can I have a boyfriend?"
She stopped stirring the spaghetti she was cooking and just stood there as if she'd seen a ghost.
"Mommy?"
"When Daddy and I say so."
"I'm confused though. Why can't you tell me now? I just want you to tell me at what age I will be eligible to get a boyfriend."
She went back to stirring and started humming a tune that sounded quite familiar to me, but I wasn't able to specify what song it may have been.
"Sugarplum?"
"Yes?"
"Where's Daddy?"
"He's in the garage fixing the car."
"Tell him dinner will be ready in 15 minutes."
"Ok"
I go down to the garage and tell Daddy Mommy's commission.
"Daddy."
"Yes, Rik-Ri?"
I smile at the nickname. I love it when he calls me that. It makes me feel warm for some weird reason.
"Mommy said that dinner will be ready in 15 minutes."
"Tell her I said yes ma'am!"
"Yes, sir!", I say laughing and marching as if I were a soldier.
"Mommy."
"Yes?"
"Daddy said yes ma'am!"
"Okay!", she remarked, laughing as well.
Time passes by and we all ate dinner peacefully as a happy family. Bedtime eventually arrives, and Mommy and Daddy tuck me in bed. I know, I'm like a 12-year-old baby!
"Sweet dreams sugarplum."
"Sleep tight Rik-Ri."
"Night Mommy, night Daddy."
"Night."
I think about the traumatizing scene I witnessed at school today. My best friend, Brittany, was secretly dating my crush, Arslan. They were passionately French-kissing each other in front of my face behind the school 's abandoned basketball court. Arslan was squeezing Brittany's butt. Exactly what was he squeezing?! Brittany's booty was flatter than two griddlecakes mashed together! She was just brushing her fingers through the boy's hair. Was she finger detangling it or something? I couldn't bear to continue watching. I could've straight up walked up to them and roasted them there on the spot. Then I could've slapped them both right then and there. I didn't do that though. I just slowly backed away until I was far enough as possible to run home. I ran with my eyes closed the first 5 seconds with tears in my eyes. Once I was standing on my front porch, I wiped away my tears and walked inside all happy and bubbly.
"What a day."
I went to sleep crying and just soaked my pillow in tears.

What did I ever do to deserve this?