“I was sixteen, not three. I was old enough to make my own decisions. Try explaining that to my mom, though.”
“my mom and dad came into my room, and even though it was really not big enough for all three of us, they lay on either side of the bed with me and we all watched ANTM on the little TV in my room.”
“Mia: I was sixteen when I first realized my mom was more concerned about my appearance than I was… I’ll be talking to my mom and realize she hasn’t heard a word because she’s studying my face to see if the foundation I’m using is a good match for my skin tone.”
“I can’t believe you’re old enough to have your purpose,” Mom says with a sigh. “Makes me feel old.”“You are old.”
“I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.”
“How good it would be to make my own decisions; if only I knew how to.”