There are clothes strewn on my bed, chair, and all over the floor of my room. After changing outfits repeatedly for the past hour, I have finally decided on the right one: a short (stops right above the knees), dark brown, crinkled skirt; a white tank top tucked inside the skirt; and a pair of brown, sequined cowgirl boots. My long, brown, wavy hair is down and free, and I am using an all-natural appearance with my makeup. I sure hope I look good because tonight is the night…the one night that I have been waiting for since…my first date!
During lunch last Monday, Wes Pierce, one of the sweetest guys in school, asked me to go out with him on a date this Friday night which is tonight. I’ve had a crush on him since freshman year and he and I are now juniors in High School. He is coming to pick me up at six o’ clock, and I have been getting ready ever since I got home from school. Now as I stand in front of the five foot mirror on the back side of my closet door, I gaze into it and am surprised to see an anxious, innocent, and inexperienced sixteen year old girl staring back at me. Suddenly, there is a knock on the bedroom door.
“Sweetie, it’s me,” my mom muttered through the door.
I call out loud enough for her to hear, “You can come in, Mom.”
“Honey, your date is here…,” she says while opening the door halfway and leaning into the room. Her voice fades and eyes grow wide as she examines the mess of clothes behind me. She glances at me and then forms a look of admiration. I twirl around to give her a better look at my outfit.
“So…what do you think?” I asked curiously.
“You look so beautiful. I am so proud of the young woman you have become, and I hope you continue to make the right choices as you gain more freedom and responsibilities. You will always be my baby girl. Never forget that. I love you,” she replied upliftingly.
I quickly give her a big hug and tell her, “Thanks. I love you, too.”
“I’ll let Wes know that you will be right down. Don’t keep...