Jakarta, Where Dream Comes True

When I was in senior high school, in my eyes my parents always prohibit whatever I want to do. I hope for being allowed to climb the mountain, go to cave or beach or do other outdoor activities like my cousins and classmates. Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy.There was a different treatment between boy and girl in my big family. I supposed not only my family, but also many others. A boy might come home lately or even stay in his friend's home and do extreme activities. Yet a girl had to be at home before 9 pm and when went home late, my father would wait in front of the door and ask with whom, even if I got his permission for school events or urgent matter. Hello, I was big enough to take care of myself. That was so frustrating.