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CHAPTER 15: LET'S GET THE PARTY STARTED!
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO KK
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“Mom I told you, I’m fine… and I’m ready.”
It was the day of the prom and my Mom had booked a one-way ticket on the crazy train. Not only had she started to scare me with her talks about how grown up I had become and just how proud she was of me, she also insisted on helping me dress, as if I couldn’t put the gown on myself.
Earlier in the day she had shuttled me off to a hair and nail salon, with the intention of turning me into a Barbie doll. Upon sitting in the salon’s chair, the hairdresser, wearing the grimmest look I had ever seen, asked in her raspy voice.
“Honey, do you ever condition.”
“Not if I can help it.” I said to her with a grin, and she looked absolutely mortified. Eventually the woman had poked and prodded my hair into the most beautiful curls, and even I had to admit that the woman was a complete genius. The nails however, were horrendous.
“Why am I even getting nails?” I wined to my mom as the “nail technician” began to scrape away the base of my nail beds.
“Because, it’s your prom and I want you to see it, feel it and experience it just as you should. This is a day that girls cherish and remember for the rest of their lives. And I just want everything to be perfect for you honey… you deserve it.”
“Do you still remember your prom?” I chided.
“Of course, you make as if I’m ancient or something. I went with Matthew Hill, and he showed me a great time.”
“Okay Mom, that’s a bit too much information.”
“Oh come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” She said with a raised brow, and we both laughed.
“But it’s really expensive Mom, it’s too much-” My mom cut me off.
“That doesn’t mean anything today.” And as I was about to argue again, she silenced me with a look that said, enough. I nodded my head in agreement.
“Well at least the bandage is off, and the stitches are out.”
“Yes, thank goodness.”
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With one final glance in the mirror, I descended my stairs and made my way towards the kitchen where my mom was brewing some lavender tea. As my mom looked up I saw realization hit her, and in that moment I knew exactly what she was thinking. Everyday before then I had just been Rory, plain and simple old Rory. I was never going to grow up, I was never going to leave her, I was still the Rory who needed to be tucked into bed at night, and comforted after a nightmare, the same child that begged to thrown into the air. I knew what she was thinking; that the person she saw before her wasn’t her baby any longer.
Tears started to fall slowly down her face, and she gently covered her mouth with her left hand. I went to her with open arms, I knew how she felt, and I knew she thought I didn’t need her anymore.
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