I Had to Fight to Read

In the summer, I smelled in a small town. I was bored at the age of fifteen. From the age of eleven, the librarian in the town was saddened by me, but in the sixth grader she announced the first law by saying "I am not old". The first thing in reading. As one or two of my parents strongly insist that there is no right to restrict my choice as my parents have the right to read whatever I want, while one or two of my parents are in the library It was my first time to rush.

There is one thing in the story I saw online about Indian couple. The couple must experience a long struggle and struggle to gain parental approval. We are patiently ready to endure, but even Westernized Indian families have read a lot about mutual wrath and cultural conflict - but we have our own intense fight I am confident that I have. To be honest, I already like it very much, based on the news I heard from my boyfriend about my obligation. My father - in - law is a little ridiculous, carefree and an adventurous man. Especially my mother-in-law, a very intelligent and wise self-taught woman, she has the ability to turn everything in her hand into gold, or at least delicious dull and beautiful clothes. I have shared a lot of interests and values ​​with them and I am sure that they will eventually like me if they have let go beyond their passport and the color of my skin.

Strangely, love for my reading arises out of fear of my death. When I was young, when my two grandparents passed away I was studying, reading "Very noisy" was very vivid. When my mother enters my room and takes the flashlight so that I can sleep, I wait until she returns to her room or living room, then tear the curtain and take some of the moonlight I will pick up the chapter. For me, reading is almost morbid.