“Because you live in my house and I deserve to know where you are.”
She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’m 18, not eight.”
“And teenagers make bad decisions daily.”
Her expression hardened. “So that’s what you think of me?”
“Where were you?”
“I think you’re smart enough to ruin your life if you stop listening.”
The second the words left my mouth, I wished I could take them back.
Lily stepped away. “I get good grades. I stay home when you ask. I gave up parties and everything because you always had some rule. You never trust me!”
“I trust you,” I said. “I don’t trust everyone else.”
By then, we were both crying, but neither of us knew how to stop the argument.
I wished I could take them back.
I said something I thought was wise at the time. “Women in this family finish school first. We don’t throw our futures away over feelings.”
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