Karla just watched her go, her own eyes pooling with tears she didn't want to shed. It was the first tender moment she ever really had with her mother. They had a great relationship, no doubt, but it was reduced to one of friendship before now, before right then. Her mother stood up to her and didn't allow Karla to push her around. She was the mother, and Karla was the daughter. It was something Karla waited for since she was in the eleventh grade.
She eased back into the condo, closing the door behind her. Refilling her coffee cup, she made her way out to the balcony, settling back into her chair, breathing in the ocean air. She couldn't help but wonder what her life would be like if her mother had put her foot down when she was younger, allowed her father to punish her and hold her acco
