November 6th
I’ve never been so embarrassed.
Three days have passed, and I still replay my father’s words: Make sure to wear something more appropriate.
When did being comfortable at home become a crime?
And he said it right in front of Asher. I felt so small I could die.
Each time Dad points out something he thinks I do wrong, it’s like I physically shrink.
I wonder how long it will be before I’m so tiny that people stop noticing me at all.
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