"She's your mom."
Amy and Lauren were sitting on the couch in the family room, lights off, watching some random movie on HBO.
Amy looked at Lauren utterly confused. "And?"
Lauren continued to stare at the TV. "I can't replace you, she... she's yours."
"And yours."
Now it was Lauren's turn to look confused.
"She loves you too. You're her girly relatable daughter and I'm her…not so relatable daughter."
And for a short moment they were quiet again.
"What the hell are we watching?" Lauren asked.
"Honestly? I have no damn clue." Amy answered.
In the darkness they both smiled.