Dorm Life and Luca Montealto

"I don't think you can survive dorm living." This. This is exactly one of the things I don't like about Dad. He acts as he knows me most. He thinks that I can't stand on my own. This is the reason why I can't ever move out because he feels that I am like bread that will crumble any time soon.

I sighed, "Come on, Dad. You know how independent I am."

"Hmm." He murmured indicating that he is thinking. I felt a lump in my throat. I mean, why can't he ever trust me?

"Are you sure about this action? You can't bring any helper with you inside the university premises. There will be no one to help you but yourself." He said nonstop. I am not so sure if that is a warning or a piece of advice.

"Of course, Dad. I know that. Besides, college wouldn't be complete without experiencing dorm life." I said beaming.

"Fine. Send me whatever documents I need to sign." Dad said in surrender.