"What about her? Is she in any trouble?" Cynthia's brain was running a marathon of possible things that could go wrong with her daughter. "Nothing, its just that we were at home all day and she asked me to.. she asked me why we have the rule?" Cynthia breathed slowly and sat back relieved, "So.. What did you tell her?"
"Nothing, but she really wanted to go. I mean, I think she might sneak away too." Miranda explained. "You know how that ended up for you Randy, moreover Jules is not like you." Cynthia's words hurt Miranda in more ways than she could fathom. What was that supposed to mean, she held back her tears and tried to go on. "I know, but"
Cynthia put a hand on Mirandas shoulder. "Its alright, you should go to sleep now. Its late, thanks for being home with her today." Miranda began to go but she stopped, without turning back she spoke, her voice shaking, "Mom, I wish you would have taken me." A single tear dropped from her eye and she walked back to her room calming herself before going in.
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WET
Short StoryCuriosity can be a cruel thing. Wet, is the story of any one who has ever been told to do something. Anything. Julia and Miranda were given one rule and with good reason. It is also the story of every parent who tries to shelter their child, Cynthia...
