i was 14
when i went to my first school dance
momma took me dress shopping
and shoe shopping
she did my hair
and put makeup on my face
she sprayed a spritz of perfume on my neck
and kissed my cheek
i looked in the mirror
and the girl who looked back at me
she looked happy
and the woman standing behind her
smiling proudly
she looked happy too
maybe it was the perfume covering the smell
but that night
nobody smelled sad
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Short Storythere's something especially heartbreaking about watching your daddy leave. there's something oh so ruining about watching your momma cry.
