Harper
“Mummy.” My voice broke as I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful and some how that made it so much worse. How could I look so much the blushing bride when inside I was screaming. Frantic for freedom.
“I’m here Harper.” My mother came up behind me and identical eyes studied each other in the full length mirror. “You have to know I didn’t want this for you.” She sounded so sad , so alone that I turned and buried my head into her shoulder. “I know mummy.” It was easy to fall back into my childish name for her. I felt as lost as child. . But I knew she was telling me the truth.
She didn’t want this for me. This torture. Why would she when she had been living it for the past Thirty years.
No one in their right mind would want this for their child.
“Did you phone?” I
