She smiles at me.
I smile back.
I start the car engine.
We start moving, slowly. Inching down the road.
“Careful, now, stop at the stop sign, good.”
“This is easy.”
The car is moving slowly.
“So, boxing?”
“Yeah. Boxing.”
I am afraid that she doesn’t approve of my sport. The it’s not girly enough. And for once, I care what someone thinks about me.
Because she’s my mom.
“I can stop. If you, if you want me to.”
“No, if you love it, pursue what you want.”
I have never heard this from her in my life.
“I love you, mom.”
I hear her scream, and I turn my head to the left just before-
The truck hits us.
I wake up, not screaming, or sweaty, or panting- because this dream is everything I’ve wanted.
I want her acceptance.
Our death confirms that my dream will never come true.
AN: *whispers* foreshadowing..? sorry it's short. But, it's meaningful. No quote because...it's not really... needing one.
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Fight Like a Girl
Cerita PendekLane has a list of everything she loves most hanging over her bed, and it goes a little like this: "1. My dad 2. Boxing 3. Feminism" If Lane wants to stick to what she loves, she may just have to fight, well, like a girl for it- because girls fight...
