"Dad, Mom. What kind of photo is it? Can I see it?" I asked, reaching out my hand out of curiosity.
Mom sighed heavily. "No need to see it, dear. The photo shows you and Alan sleeping together." I covered my mouth, shocked. "Someone deliberately took a picture of you while you were unconscious," Mom continued.
Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Mom, Dad." I cried, sobbing, remembering my foolishness in going there by lying to them. Hoping to meet my crush, but instead, I ended up in a mess.
Mom hugged me. "It's okay, don't blame yourself. Let this be a lesson for you, and next time, listen to your parents. We wouldn't lead you into anything bad." She gently stroked my shoulder, providing comfort.
Regret always comes at the end. The word "if only" always ech
