C27 Twenty Seven

I gently place the last clip in my hair as I look into the mirror at my reflection.

"Honey, you look gorgeous," my mom breathes as tears run down her face. I smile at her through the mirror and turn around, walking towards her and giving her a hug. "My baby is all grown up," she blubbers into my shoulder.

"Mom, stop, you're going to make me cry," I pout