when she was an in-betweener,
things were no so easy.
her days were spent
trying to figure out,
exactly who she was.
and she spent her time,
watching her big sister get ready,
and wondering what she would look like,
with make-up on.
and she watched her dad,
as he dragged himself through the door after work,
and sat down on the couch,
and watched TV
until her mom shouted,
that it was time for dinner.
and they sat at the table,
as a family,
and talked about their days.
and she couldn't be excused,
until she finished all her milk.
and when she was excused,
she would go up to her bedroom,
and sometimes play pretend,
even though her friends,
said it wasn't cool.
and when it was time for her
to go to sleep,
her mom would say "goodnight",
and kiss her on the cheek.
and she would whisper her prayers alone,
even though she still didn't know
exactly what they meant.
and she would fall asleep,
wondering how school would go,
and what she would do the next day,
and things were not so easy.