Writers’ Bloc: Live a Day Over

It was an ordinary morning and I woke my daughter up the usual way. There was the usual protest and my frustration at her for going to bed way later than I would have liked. I know she had been on her phone till all hours of the night. She wouldn’t even get out of bed until I threatened to take away her phone for a week.  
By the time she came out for breakfast she wouldn’t even look at me. I could see her makeup was way too heavy but I couldn’t tell her that. She was no longer a little girl anymore. The time had slipped away from me and she was now a young woman that didn’t want to hear any advice from me. My words were like poison. But I still gave my opinion and got back a look that said, I know more than you Mom.
I could hear the bus coming and I asked her if she had gotten all her homework done and if she had her water bottle and snack. She just looked at me and rolled her eyes and said “I got it Mom.”
She grabbed up her things and walked out the door. Then she was gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.   
If I could live one day over, it would be that day.  The one day I can never get back. The last day I could have told her “I love you.”

Writers’ Bloc appears in The Monroe Courier to present the work of the members of the Writers’ Workshop conducted monthly at the Edith Wheeler Memorial Library and open to all aspiring wordsmiths.

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