"What made you wear the hijab?"

Truth to be told, one of the main factors that made me wear is my dad. I know he's been wanting me to wear it ever since I hit puberty. "Ya, bila nak pakai tudung?" "Ya, ha kalau pakai tudung kan lawa?" but I guess I wasn't ready? I smiled and I nodded, wishing he would stop saying stuff like that cause I really felt guilty. That went on for years, honestly. The moment when my dad saw me wearing it there were tears in his eyes. The feeling is just, wow. Knowing I made my dad the happiest man alive on that particular day is just, alhamdulillah. I guess when you grow older you tend to think more rationally. "Why are you trying to impress society instead of God?" Come on, everyone has their alter ego "I wanna be a bad ass" "i wanna be an angel". Your mind has a mind of its own and it's a silent murderer don't you deny that. I still havent swallowed the fact that I wear the tudung now, to tell you the truth. I have mixed feelings about it but all I know is that it's for the better so who am I to question that?