"Ella nicole woods, that is no question to ask someone that is like you". my dad interrupted in a surprised yet mad voice."Im sorry nicole but how are you like me as my dad had said".she looked at me for a few seconds and then explained that she did age like me and she likes everything I like."like I said I'm sorry nicole I just didn't think you were like me and you are just another pasta or proxie for all I know, I should have thought before I spoke sorry." she stoped my before I could say anymore and tolled me she thought the same thing and she forgives me
