Love this: My daughter, thirteen, in that place between, where everything is raw abandon, dark eyeliner, small stars hand drawn on her shoulder, comes into the kitchen.
“Do you want to come with me to pick up your brother?”
She rolls her eyes. Why would she want to do that when she could stay home and eat cereal and watch TikTok?
Love this: My daughter, thirteen, in that place between, where everything is raw abandon, dark eyeliner, small stars hand drawn on her shoulder, comes into the kitchen.
“Do you want to come with me to pick up your brother?”
She rolls her eyes. Why would she want to do that when she could stay home and eat cereal and watch TikTok?
Thanks, again, Jennifer. i appreciate you taking time to notice this--I really feel my daughter in here.