Talking to family friends was always exhausting. They always managed to say something wrong, as if they were doing it on purpose.
"You've grown up so much, Lena! You're such a pretty girl now, I'm sure you've got your share of success if you know what I mean."
Each word felt like a stab.
I'm not a girl, and my name isn't Lena. Please stop talking. I swear I'm going to cry.
YOU ARE READING
Behind my eyes
De TodoWhat someone says can be different of what they think. Sometimes very different.
