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"Alecia, you have to pack at some point."
My mother stood in my bedroom doorway, frowning at my still-unpacked room.
I looked at my bright pink fingernails.
"Not packing will not change anything." She was frustrated now. She threw a cardboard box onto my bed. "Pillows, Alecia. Now."
Was I supposed to fear her emphasized demand? Probably, but I chose not to.
I wanted to say so many things to her. I really did... But I kept them in my mind.
Mom, I love you and you know that, but I really just wanna stay here in Wisconsin with Dad. I don't care if you divorced, where was my say in who I get to live with? Because of Dad's stupid fiancée, I'd pick you. But all my friends are here. Grandma and Grandpa are here. Everyone and everything I know and love is here. Why should I move to Florida with you without getting the chance to even express myself before we leave forever?
There. Am I done?
No. I kept ranting until Mom returned and saw the tears in my eyes.
"Alecia... Are you okay?"
I dragged my sleeve across my eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine."
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Yes, I'm Fine
De Todo“Yes, I’m fine.” “Yes, I’m fine.” “Yes, I’m fine.” Alecia constantly repeated this phrase, although it was a lie. The complete opposite of the truth. Her parents divorced. Her grandfather died. Her mom moved to Florida and her dad moved to Wisconsi...
