Conversation with my niece

A Poem by Jon Roggie

I have no clue how to raise a child, let alone a young adult.

I guess this is a modern household,

at least one which happens.

Three generations thrown together.

My niece is fourteen,

and my mom will soon turn seventy-five.

I fall somewhere in the middle.

Just a touch of context.

Back to the conversation.

A friend of her's was trying to convince her to watch a movie.

Rated above both of their ages,

but that was not the problem.

She asked me about the movie,

while on the phone,

and I gave my opinion.

She had already said the same.

He kept pressing.

I really didn't like that.

First,

she had told him her she wasn't supposed to go to R-rated movies.

Second,

he was going to try to get her to ignore the first point.

Third,

he wouldn't listen.

I might be dragging this out.

I had her pass along a simple message.

If you ever want to be friends with my niece,

never try to pull this kind of stunt again.

I realize he won't take it seriously,

but my niece does,

and in a good way.

It made it easier for her not to go along.

She asked me what I thought if she had seen another movie,

one which she had been told not to.

I told her I was amazed she had waited until it was released on DVD.

It wasn't the sneaking into something supposedly beyond your age,

it was the pressure.

Long story, brought to a senseless end.

I have an eye on one of her "friends".

© 2016 Jon Roggie

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Papaya

Yes! It's about the pressure and not accepting "no" as an answer.
Because if he won't accept no as answer here then what the hell else will he not take no as an answer for.
You and she at least have your heads on right. Love this story, it shows your loving protective nature.
You are a good uncle.