Tony walked me home like any other day, and mom saw him this time. She said, ‘Don’t walk her home anymore, she can go home by herself.’

I try to talk to her about stuff like this all the time… and yet again… at dinner, she changes the topic, hands me a dish, pretends not to listen, or tells me to repeat the question, and dodges the answer.

One of these days, she’s going to have to listen up…

My world isn’t a bubble with all females, and the only male figures in my life are dad, grandfather, and brother. It isn’t like that anymore, I have male friends and when she wants to listen, a boyfriend too.

I’m not going to stress about this now ’cause I’ve got homework to do, but she has to listen and stop… blocking out the things she doesn’t want to hear.

Change happens and leaves the people behind who choose to ignore it…