“Rachel tells her mother everything,” she whined, “you never tell me anything.”
Rachel was one year older than me and a family friend. Her mother exuded a big sister vibe, the kind of big sister you would trust with all your secrets.
A few weeks later we were all at a community festival when I spotted the boy from school I had a crush on. I snuck up behind my mother, whispered in her ear and pointed him out.
“Him?” she exclaimed, “he’s ugly!”
I never confided in her again.
The above is part of a flash fiction series titled I Never exploring the dynamics of mother daughter relationships.