Mira sat waiting nervously at the airport for Her daughter. This plan had sounded like such a good idea when she had come up with it at the beginning of the summer. Over the last year Isabel behavior had become so erratic her mother had said it was just the age but Mira feared it was more.
"Please sit down Hunny, burning a hole in the floor is not going to make the plan land any faster" Edward said trying to calm his wife.
"How can you be so calm! This is our baby girl, OUR BABY GIRL!" Mira yelled, he just did not get it
Edward sighed again "and she still IS. The fact that she no longer wants to be a part of the "beauty" world does not change who she is."
Mira collapsed in to a chair. It had all been so simple when Isabel had been little she had been the perfect daughter, bright, competitive and witty. Mira had a whole closet filled with trophies her daughter had won dance, gymnastics, and a fair number of pageants.
"I just don't understand, she was so popular all of the girls wanted to be friends with her but now none of them come around anymore and the fighting. This whole trip was supposed to be punishment not a vacation." Mira Sighed as she burred her face in her hands
Edward: "she never liked any of them She only had them over to make you happy." Edward sighed, "the fighting is a problem but honestly that Prachet boy deserved it from what Eddie told us".
Mira's head snapped up "your siding with her! We need to have a sold front on this we can get her a wig and buy her new dresses."
"If you really think you can take her head on you have another thing coming, she is as suborn as you!"
Flight attended: Mira Flores please come to the desk
The moment of truth. Mira calmly walked to the gate and to her 12 year old daughter standing proud and defiant...with a Buzz cut.
Eddie ran up to His sister "COOL! Now Brent can't pull your hair"
Dizzy soft "Hands don't heal that fast"
Mira sighed as her Son and Daughter high-fived.