A day that will change my life

love is not enough. We have heard and understood this since time immemorial, but this meaning is different for you at a certain age stage. If I were a teenager, it would be impossible for me to agree with this opinion. Love in adolescence means that nothing is impossible, hence it is a middle state, and after maturity it has new meanings. In my next story, I'll try to introduce this to you. The meanings are in a story inspired and as usual in writing stories from a reality that I may have heard or witnessed or happened to my friends to be a lesson for every human being regardless of his age and most importantly to send reassurance and hope in human life in general and the readers of my story in particular I hope you live in an enjoyable and useful atmosphere with love and other things else My story about a young man or a boy in the prime of life as a more accurate description of adolescence, and we all know, or we were told that, as psychologists say, as I read in a medical analysis, rapid changes occur during adolescence, not only in the physical aspect, but also in many aspects such as neurological and mental development. And emotional and social, and these changes depend on the individual himself and the environment around him, so it is not necessary that all adolescents go through the same changes and practice the same behaviors.

Adolescence can be divided into three stages according to age:

Early adolescence from 11-14 years.

Middle adolescence from 15 to 17 years old.

Late adolescence from 18 to 21 years old.

Although it is easy to adopt age to talk about adolescence, its use can only accurately express the extent of the physical changes accompanying this stage.

It is also necessary to know the adolescence of the individual, that it is not necessary that all aspects change at the same rate, physical development, for example, often precedes psychological and social development. He hears from his friends about love, friendships, and the like, and he did not give importance to the subject, and his only concern was studying and practicing volleyball, his passion since childhood.

On one of the days he was returning from school, which is a 15-minute walk away, he passed a public park that separates his house from the school, where he practiced his hobbies of jogging and volleyball. The school bag was moving very slowly, and it was known to his friends that he loved helping people, the elderly and friends, and he spared no effort to provide what he could to those who needed it. He left her and continued on his way home.

Here he was making his way home, and a few paces away from her, he heard the fall of something heavy, and where he had expected the girl to fall to the ground, he quickly returned to her, leaving his shyness behind. He called her sister, what happened to you? do you need help? The result is movement, and there is no answer except for a girl with her eyes closed lying at random. He doesn't know what to do. He did not help a girl of this age and in this condition. He turned to a simple, flowing river relatively close to the river. On her face, it was almost the beginning of winter, and the river water was cold enough to bring the girl to her senses.

The girl said: Where am I? who are you? what do you want?

Haitham was confused before answering with usual politeness. Don't worry, sister. I'm here to help you. I passed out. what is wrong with you? Are you suffering from a disease?

She replied while sitting on the ground: I don't know, I'm tired for the first time like this, and I walk slowly, and my body can't carry me.

Don't worry, I'll drive you home if you want.

She replied: Thank you, brother. Yes, please help me. I still feel tired and tired.

Haitham: Yes, you are welcome. Can you give me your hand to help you up?

The girl: Here you are, my brother, and she held his hand supporting her and got up to continue her journey with Haitham.

Here Haitham holds her hand and walks with her very slow steps, and there is no talk between them until he takes her home. I looked at him and understood that you can go, then he let go of her hand and went.

Haitham: Excuse me, this is my duty. My name is Haitham, a student at Al-Nawras Intermediate School.

Girl: Thank you very much Haitham. My name is Lama, and I attend Nadine Intermediate School for Girls, next to your school. Bye, and thank you again.

Haitham: Excuse me, I'm glad

Haitham returned, bringing with him the euphoria and joy of helping, because he loves this quality

He arrived home and heard his mother's voice: Where have you been Haitham?

Haitham: My beloved mother, I am very sorry, but such-and-such happened to me today (he told his mother what happened to him in boring detail).

Mother: Son, wash your face and hands and sit down to lunch with your brothers (Haytham had three younger brothers, he is

Haitham: Yes, my mother, at once.

After completing his lunch, he went to his room and took a break on his bed while thinking about what happened to him today, and how it was the first time in his life that he touched the hand of a girl of his age that he did not know, and he kept repeating to himself, I wonder how she is now?

It seems that this girl awakened in Haitham the adolescence that he used to suppress through sports and studying. Here, if adolescence begins, it is difficult to restrain her because, as we said previously, involuntary physical changes and changes in thinking and desires without the teenager knowing what is happening to him.

At the end of his day, Haitham wished that another day would come and see the girl and ask her? To satisfy the curiosity that is growing steadily with teenagers.

The day ended and he went to bed after completing his homework.