【140-word story creation】Seed

You always hold me in the palm of your hand and take care of me.

"I'm protecting you from getting hurt," you defended.

But the seeds of your vigilance were secretly planted on the day when my thoughts sprouted, and you took good care of them in the name of shelter.

"This dress doesn't look good, who are you going to wear it on a date?" you asked me, suppressing your anger.

"You gave me this, have you forgotten?" I put on my clothes with a smirk.

And you are ashamed.

(139 words)