Confrontation and Reconciliation

Rachel arrived home a little after one, and I had made some soup and sandwiches. She was in such a wonderful mood, happy, light. It was me with clouds in my eyes. She was a being a tease, open, touching my back as she walked by. What did she think this was? I had certainly let it all get too far.

"We got so much done today." She said, going on about the yearbook. I had difficulty following as she listed everyone who was there that day.

She is 18 I kept telling myself, how can a teenager know what they want, or know what is OK?...