C10 Emmi: Brutal Reality
Walking in, my mother is standing there, waiting.
“Your dress for tomorrow is upstairs.”
I walk past her and nod. “Oh.”
“Oh? Is that all you can say? Oh? When I bought you the dress because you weren’t home to get one yourself?”
What does she want? A thank you, mum, for getting me a new dress that I will wear while you give me away? I just want to rush to my room and hide away