Flash Fiction – A Child In Mama’s Eyes

Mama had spent every penny she had to make me that dress. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I wasn’t a little girl anymore who wanted to wear rainbow dresses, but a full grown woman who would rather wear a t-shirt and jeans. She didn’t even have any source of income anymore, not since the fall of 2010 when she fell and broke her hip. All the money she had was what I would send her for her birthday, so you could say that I paid for my own hideous dress. Then, she put the dress on me and I reluctantly looked in the mirror again. With the sound of a zip in the back, I was transformed into a child again, in her eyes and in my own.

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