Sitting on the porch swing, I felt the summer breeze drifting through my long blonde hair. Today's the last day i will ever be identified as a girl. No more female hormones, no periods, and most of all... no boobs. Disgusting things. I hate them. I was so grateful that my mom was doing everything she could. Even though I got a job, it didn't pay as much as moms. No matter how many extra shifts I picked up. I felt terrible that my parents had separated. I blamed myself but mom always assured me it wasn't my fault and dad wasn't worth it if he couldn't love me for who I truly am inside. My mother is a nurse and I can she has really bad nights but won't ever talk about it. She always tells me that when she comes home that's our time and we shouldn't waste any moments dwelling on what we can not change. My mother is the wisest I know. Without her I'd probably be denying who I truly am and I probably wouldn't work as hard as I do now. When you don't have a lot of money you learn to be grateful, even for the things you don't like. My mom has spent the past year eating small snack meals at home and only remnants of her co-workers' lunch when they share. I kept promising her that i'd pay her back and that she didn't have to live that way but she wouldn't listen. She always does everything for me. I love my mom more than anything. She's my best friend.
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Kill them with Kindness
Teen FictionRiley Smith was just your average girly teenager until one summer she decided she needed a change. She didn't wanna be a girl. Her mother worked double shifts to pay for her transition. Mrs. Smith made her little girl's dream of becoming a boy a rea...
