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Expectations

September 15, 2017 6 Comments

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I shave my legs and slip on the miniskirt. I paint on illicit lipstick, a flick of eyeliner. The mirror highlights the curves of my bared shoulders.

Then, I hear a soft pinging sound; it’s my phone alarm warning me. I quickly wash my face, hide the skirt, and put on my jeans again. I make it to the kitchen table just before she walks through the doorway.

“Hello, Hakim,” my mother says, setting down two grocery bags on the counter. She pulls out a bag of shiny red apples and puts them down next to me. “How was soccer practice?”

By Alison McBain

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  1. David Silver says

    September 15, 2017 at 8:31 am

    Loved it.

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  2. Constanée Malik Hemedi says

    September 15, 2017 at 10:40 am

    Me too! Made me smile.

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  3. Gabi Coatsworth says

    September 15, 2017 at 11:43 am

    It took me a couple of beats to realize Hakim was, indeed, a boy. I thought the name was male, but soccer could be either and the shoulders sounded female. So much for gender stereotypes. And I was half expecting the story to be about you and your daughters… but it’s certainly made me think!

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  4. Robb says

    September 15, 2017 at 4:51 pm

    Very nice work! Really enjoyed this.

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  5. Jeanne says

    September 15, 2017 at 8:14 pm

    Just Great!

    Reply
  6. Bobby Warner says

    September 16, 2017 at 3:59 pm

    Good comment on a timely subject. Well written.

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