My parents were always really strict about boys. I had a diary at the time and would write everything that happened. My mistake was that I left it home one day, and then came the opportunity for my mom to read it. She got so mad about it and would get so suspicious after this incident about everything I do. He always wanted to make a good impression towards my parents; "like in the movies" he said. And which I thought was really sweet of him, but that didn't hide the fact that my parents didn't like him at all. I would talk to my mom about him, until she would make me cry because she kept insulting him for doing nothing. She kept saying she wants to know everything,and the moment I open my mouth about him,she shouts.
I was texting him one day and smiling stupidly at my phone, my parents noticed and asked who I was talking to,I covered up and said it was my brother. My mother asked me to show her and my first instinct was to delete the chat,but because my storage was full,the WiFi was unstable,and I wasn't able to in time. I got my phone taken away for 3 years. She even threatened to send him and his family back to their homeland. So we resorted to letters once again.