We didn't talk the rest of the way home.
We never went shopping either.

My mom just drove straight home, staring out of the front window.

"Should I say something?"
I asked myself.
"Probably not."

And so, I didn't.
We just sat there, and then we got home.

"Go up to your room, you can come out when your father gets hom. I don't want to see you right now."
My mom said.

I nodded and went straight up to my room, throwing my bag onto the floor, and then myself onto the bed.

Why the fuck was I so stupid?

If I had just kept my mouth shut, we could've been somewhere buying a dress.

If I wasn't such a damn baby, I could handle wearing another dress.

But no.
Because I am a baby, my mother knows, and soon enough, my dad.

I got up and went into my bathroom and closed the door, taking my shirt off and looking into the mirror.

The sight of the binder I somehow sneaked into the house under my parents noses almost made me sick.

"If you were normal, mom wouldn't be so mad because of you." I said, scratching my arms.

"Mom, she probably thinks of you as a disappointment now."
I slid onto the ground and started crying, curling up into a ball.

"Maggie, she would think the same thing."

The tears became more heavy, falling one after another.
And then, the sound of the garage opening.

Dad was home.