"As a mother, you think you know your child. You brought her into the world, after all. You changed her diapers and picked her up when she cried. You read her stories each night before bed and slipped coins under her pillow so she believed in the Tooth Fairy, But then, despite all that love and effort, years go by and one day she turns sullen. She keeps secrets. She doesn't want to be near you. You used to ask her what was wrong, but she always told me the same thing: I wouldn't understand."
Dear Daughter, by Elizabeth Little
"She was wearing an outfit so relentlessly hideous I refuse to describe it."
"(p.s., her lip liner was a blue- based red that was totally inappropriate for her skin tone)"
Downtown Owl, by Chuck Klosterman
Paragraph as narrated by 16 year old Mitch:
"Why do we get out of bed?" Mitch wondered. "Is there any feeling better than being in bed? What could possibly feel better than this? What is going to happen in the course of my day that will be an improvement over lying on something very soft, underneath something very warm, wearing only pajamas, doing absolutely nothing, all by myself?" Every day, Mitch awoke to this line of reasoning:Every day, the first move he made outside his sheets immediately destroyed the only flawless part of his existance.
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