I think you may see her in the mirror again.
This, Juliana.
All of the drabbles this week have been outstanding! Y'all should be published. Seriously.
Who's That Girl
When I was seven, you teased me ruthlessly for wanting long, curly hair just like yours.
When I was twelve, you found a pair of your shoes hidden in my closet and you called me cruel names.
When I was seventeen, you found my secret wardrobe and locked me out of my own house, threatening to call the police if I didn’t leave the front porch.
Without your help or your love, it took me longer than it should’ve to understand who I was. Who I am.
I’m no longer your sweet little Danny-boy. I go by Danielle now, mother.