Shana
“My daughter is a little bit of a weirdo,” my mom tells her friend while pouring her a cup of coffee. “That’s why she hasn’t come to say hello.”
What? That’s a lie! The only reason I’m hanging out in the living room is because my mom strictly told me not to interrupt her when she is with her friend. Gah, I wish I hadn’t called in sick today. I’m definitely going back to school tomorrow!
“I see,” her friend says. It’s a man, and I have a feeling it might be a new love interest. It would be the first man my mom is seeing after Dad died. “I’ve heard daughters can be...tricky.”
Excuse me? I’m sitting right here! I’m in the living room, and there isn’t a door to the kitchen where they are sitting. I can see them from here; I hear them too!
“That’s absolutely true. Raising a daughter
