Let Me Hold Your Hand

Birthday party

Anusha's pov:

I brought everything I wanted to knit a sweater for Tae. I took a whole week to knit it. I took help from Bambam about Tae's measurment.

I finished the final touch to my sweater. No! Tae's sweater. I took it in my two hands lifted it and took a glance at my work. My lips curved into a smile. It came out amazingly, to be honest. I was happy with the result. I was imagining how it will look on him. He is perfect. He can pull off anything. I folded it neatly and put it in the gift box.

I got up and started to search for the dress to wear for a birthday party.

'Knock knock' someone knocked on my door. I knew it was my mom.

"Come in," I said and continued my searching. I was searching like a Colombus who found India after he had been searching for years. I was just throwing all my clothes while I was scouring through my whole closets.

Thug, My door swing opened.

"Tsk tsk" my mom tutted annoyingly the second she entered the room.

"Look at this impatient girl. Can't you search it without messing your closet?"

I turned around to see. She sat on my bed with an exasperated face. she was holding some shopping bag.

"See! You see talking about patience. You always rip off the packets with your mouth because you are so impatient to search for the scissors." I stated the facts.

"Now you are grown. Hence you had learned to talk back to me. You don't understand my feelings now. You will regret this in the future when you get your children and when they talk back to you." She yelled.

I never understand her points and if I made any valid points. She started to scold me. I couldn't discern these parents' logic, to be honest.

"Mom! I didn't talk back to you. I just told the fact."

By looking at her expression. I could say that I was just poured the petrol on already spurting fire. So I thought I had to stopped that fact-spitting idea.

"Okay, I will not repeat this, what are you holding in your hands!??" I changed the topic.

"You told me that you will go to the party, hence I brought a dress for you. I know you don't have the dress to wear for the party." She took out the dress from the bag.

Wow! Trust me, the dress so beautiful. But that looked expensive. Why did she spend a lot of money on a single dress?

She held the dress in her hand and she was showing me with a bright smile.

"Are you out of your mind mom?" I asked with frustration.

"Why? You didn't like the dress. I thought it would look good on you." She asked in a concerned tone.