Grow
But . . .
I'm not sure when my mother stopped smelling like hibiscus flowers. There may not have even been an actual date. I think the scent faded away from her. I don't know when it stopped. All I know is that she doesn't smell like them anymore.
"You're getting a little chubby."
But I'm one of the skinniest girls in my class.
I love you. But you need to understand that I'm not who I used to be. I'm not the bubbly bright daughter you once had. I've turned into a dark monster.
"No. I don't want you to do that anymore. You're pissed off."
It's your fault. You told me to do it this way.
I love you. But you have to realize you can be wrong, too.
"Mom? Mom?"
"Hm?"
Never mind.
"Nothing."
I love you. But sometimes, I feel like I'll never live up to what you want me to be.
When he's gone, it seems like he's the gem of your eye. When he's home, you scream at him. I love you. But when it's just me and him and you're in bed, we whisper about how you drive us to tears.
"You're getting a little chubby."
But I'm one of the skinniest girls in my class.
I love you. But you need to understand that I'm not who I used to be. I'm not the bubbly bright daughter you once had. I've turned into a dark monster.
"No. I don't want you to do that anymore. You're pissed off."
It's your fault. You told me to do it this way.
I love you. But you have to realize you can be wrong, too.
"Mom? Mom?"
"Hm?"
Never mind.
"Nothing."
I love you. But sometimes, I feel like I'll never live up to what you want me to be.
When he's gone, it seems like he's the gem of your eye. When he's home, you scream at him. I love you. But when it's just me and him and you're in bed, we whisper about how you drive us to tears.