My mum and I both think “what do we do?” Every time I look at myself in the mirror I feel more anxious and confused.
“I guess we go to the doctor, and see what he could do.” Then we get in the car and start the 15 minute drive to the doctor.
“Okay, we’re here!” My mum exclaims. But, I just keep on sitting in the car. “Come on, hop out!”
“But everyone will laugh at me…” I say.
“No they won’t!”
We start walking to door, and to the receptionist. “We’d like to book an appointment.” My mum asks.
“My, my this is phenomenal!” The receptionist yells with shock.