Deep breath. In, and out. I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom, trying to figure out if I looked good or like a child playing dress up. My dad had bought me a special dress for today, a soft white one that stopped above my knees. I had on a pair of white sandals and had even painted my toenails a soft pink color. My white blonde hair was smooth and brushed, over and over again out of pure nervousness. I had put on a small amount of makeup, a little mascara around my light green eyes and some lip gloss. But I didn’t have much to put on in the first place, so this was as good as it was getting.“Here goes nothing.” I mutter to myself, turning away from the mirror finally to grab my duffle bag off my bed and head out. My heart was in my throat as I made my way down the hallway for maybe the last time. I glanced at the pictures on the walls, swallowing the lump in my throat at the pictures with my mom in them. She looked so young, happy, and healthy. Not like she was now.
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