"Growing Up" | Essay

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My whole childhood has been a bed of roses. I was an irresistible little girl with huge brown puppy eyes and a heart melting smile. Even my spleen aunt couldn't resist me. I was a clone of my lovely classmates, a perfect daughter, sister and friend… Until the fateful day I turned thirteen. The nightmare began the very second I left my warm bed and placed my teenage feet on the cold stone floor. The sleeping monster in my stomach began to move, and it wasn't happy at all. I mumbled some curses and went out to the bathroom to brush my teeth. A heart-rending cry went through the house, and my dear mom came running from her own bedroom, still in her morning hair, and with a worried facial expression. She asked a hundred times: “What's wrong my dear, what's wrong?!”,... Køb adgang for at læse mere Allerede medlem? Log ind