A few seconds later she must figure I’m not going to let the topic go, so she mumbles a defeated, “Check the bottom drawer.” There’s another empty pause, which my mom fills with a weary sigh. Like the fact that my hoodie is currently very. There are far more pressing issues right now than how I look. I ended up looking like I had a bad case of chicken pox. I’d tried-and failed miserably, might I add-to use said makeup. That it would bring back the natural flush to my cheeks. For a short-lived second last fall, I thought makeup would be able to erase the dark circles under my eyes. A dull ache blooms in my chest as the girl in the mirror stares back at me. In the midst of my search, I catch sight of my reflection in my vanity mirror. During the last week of summer break, I flung all the clothes out of my dresser in a frenzied attempt to find it. I can’t find it anywhere, and it’s driving me insane. Without you, this wouldn’t have been possible.
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