My mother complained about the music that I usually listened because it made her feel more stressed after working. She even shouted at me loudly because I worn some weird clothes and I said some slang when I talked with her. In my country, if a younger person says slang when talking with an elder person, it is rude. However, I did not know about slang until I talked with my friends at school and I started to use it commonly. After she shouted at me, I cried a lot and I asked her why she had got mad easily with me. She only said that it was not normal and I was not allowed to speak that way again.
I felt strange things in my body and my mind day by day but I did not know what they are. I became more sensitive than I ever. I was very easy to get mad with people around me if they did anything that made me unsatisfied. I also cried easily and was usually in a state of anxious suspense and restlessness because of the troubles in my daily life, and even for nothing at all. I usually kept myself in my room for hours to think and I worried that I had an illness. So I decided to talk to my mother about "my illness". On a Saturday evening, when my mother was typing on her desk with a pile of folder, I got close to her and said about the symptoms of "my illness". My mother stopped typing, looked at my eyes, smiled and said "You are just on the puberty, not an illness". I asked her "What is the puberty?". She answered that "This is only a normal period in which you will change from a kid to an adult. I am too busy now so I will talk with you later. Don't worry too much about that". That moment is the same as the conversation of Van Meter with his mother: "I asked my mother, "Why do people get married?"";"She stated it simply after only a moment or two of thinking - because it seemed that important : "Two people get married when they love each other.