Page 161 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

UNDERNEATH IT ALL

I thought she had moved past that.
But Mama answered firmly, “I’m sorry, but I work around the

clock to provide for you both. It’s not easy. And Jorelle’s dress cost

much less than yours—it’ll be a while before I can afford yours. That’s
why I keep telling you to get a job, try to help me.”

Jirelle fell silent, and I did too. Mama continued, her voice heavy
with fatigue, “Ever since your father left—without money or support—

I’ve struggled. I work through rain, snow, and sun so you both have
food and shelter. Do you know how hard it was for me to get this

apartment? The rent is $2,500 every month, and it’s almost due.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and I realized how little I truly
understood her sacrifices. If I had known, I wouldn’t have insisted on

the dress—though, truth be told, I didn’t even know she had gotten it
for me until now.

I glanced at Jirelle, silently urging her to speak.
She sighed and admitted, “Okay, I’m sorry. This time, I mean it. I

didn’t know. I just wanted that outfit so badly, and when you bought

Jorelle’s dress, I guess I got jealous.”
Mama wiped her tears and assured Jirelle, “Don’t worry, I’ll get

that for you.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re right—I should get a job. And don’t bother,
I’ll get my own outfit.”

I stepped between them and pulled them into a hug. Looking at
Mama, I said softly, “Mama, you don’t have to do all this for us. We

already appreciate you every day, especially after Dad left.”

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