I woke up this morning, got dress, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to see my sister putting make-up on. "Mom why can't I wear make-up?" "Because you are way too young." "That is so not fair!" I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door. "I am not young any more!" "My mom treats me like a baby!" "I wish mom would stop treating me like a kid!"
Whoosh! I felt sick to my stomache when I went outside my room and saw make-up with my name on it. "Mom!" I called she didn't answer. I ran downstairs and there she was. "Sweetie please get everything in your room."
"Why are we moving out?"
"No, you are moving into your own apartment. You are already 24"
What? I thought, I am only 11. Why would I move out? Was she forcing me out? Was she crazy? "Sweetie can you please hurry up the moving truck is leaving soon."
"Mom, but I don't want to leave! You are the worst!" I stormed up to my room and slammed the door. I thought to myself. I don't want to grow up. I don't want to move out. I don't even care about make-up anymore. I just wanted to go back home where my mom treated me like I am a 11 year old, not a 24 year old.
"I wish I was 11 again."
Whoosh! I was home again. I ran downstairs. "Mom can I wear make-up?"
"Kiara, we went over this already. You are too...." Before she could finish her sentence I ran up to her and gave her a hug. "Kiara, are you ok?"
"Yes Mom I don't even want to wear makeup anymore."
"Okay, good because you won't be wearing any makeup anytime soon because you stuffed your makeup in the moving truck." My eyes were wide open.