Meg looked around the apparel store in dismay. Her mother tapped her foot impatiently, “Are you done deciding what you want?”
Yes that frilly pink dress from the kids section that is a size too small for me, and the light blue shirt from the ladies section that reaches my knee.
Her mother made a clicking noise and noticeably checked her watch. “Nothing here is to my style” Meg said, and marched out of the shop. Her mother followed her with a bewildered silence.
“Touching a boy can get your pregnant”, Elsa said confidentially.
“Nonsense”. Helen rolled her eyes. Her confident proclamation followed: “It only happens when you kiss!”
In the family function Meg sat in a corner listening to the grown-ups talk. “Come play with us”, her cousins begged.
“You go. I will come in a minute” she shooed them away.
Her parents were talking about the war. “Why don’t the two presidents just shake hands and apologize?” Meg asked. It seemed like a sensible question.
The ladies tittered. “Why don’t you go out and play with your cousins?” her mother suggested.
Meg felt her cheeks redden. A surge of fury and humiliation coursed through her veins — “You never understand me!”
“Young lady, is that the way you talk to your elders?” her father’s voice was taut. “Go up to your room”.
As she stormed out, she heard her mother mutter to Aunt Rosa, “I really don’t know what’s come into her nowadays…”
She slammed the door of her room. Her eyes burning with unshed tears, she looked out from the window into the twilight yard where her young cousins played the childish games that no longer afforded her any joy.