Christopher Andrew

The day I got two dresses was the day my life would be changed forever. Not because I was a teenage girl completely opposed to wearing such things. I wore a skirt once a year. On Easter. I hadn’t worn a dress in years. It was by chance that I would walk into the store with my mother and find, not only one, but two amazingly perfect dresses. My mother. Even thinking about her pains me.
But, this story is not about my mother. She simply has a role. A very big role, but purely because she is my mother. No, this story is not about her. This is a love story, more or less. I had no idea how much a boy could change my life. This story is about Christopher Andrew.