Mother Daughter

By Haliemarie Leitch

7:45am

Her eyes burst open.

“Oh no I woke up late again” she exhales.

The feeling of shame rushes from her toes to her head.

She thinks about her night before as she rushes to get ready.

All she did was call her boyfriend.

But she has woken up late.

For that she is ashamed.

Step Step Step, she hears her mother’s footsteps.

7:50am

She rushes up the stairs with all her bags ready to start her day.

She grabs a muffin and the 2 yogurts she always has for breakfast and quickly packs her

breakfast and lunch.

There was no time to sit and eat.

Jingle Jingle Jingle, she grabs her keys.

“Nice breakfast” her mother explains.

“I have my 2 yogurt in my lunch bag” she says with anxiety creeping around her brain.

Her mother still staring at her phone.

“I hope you have a daughter just like you one day” her mother says, not as a compliment but as a

punch to express her dissatisfaction.

In shear belief she was out the door to her car holding back her tears.

Why do I keep doing this?

By Haliemarie Leitch