The day my mother is due to arrive, I'm a ball of hot mess. From the moment I woke up, I've been nervous. I don't know why. She seemed thrilled to be coming here so there's nothing to worry about. I hope. I don't think my mother is going to be quite ready to see how her daughter has turned out. When I was young, I played in the dirt and got into fights. Now, I care about things like crystal vases and dressed with pockets. Her head might pop off when she sees me. I vaguely recall me wearing a pair of torn up shorts and some old band shirt with my hair in a tangled bun. When she sees me now, I'm going to wearing an expensive dress with my hair it's natural color. Ever since my dramatic haircut after fighting with Ethan, it's grown back so healthy. When I left home, my hair had horrible blond
