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The Teen Ink Books Series

Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul Book - Real-Life Stories by Real Teens

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Sharde J., Philadelphia, PA

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She's my daughter sometimes when
she combs herstraight, dark hair.
Or when she curls up on the side
of the overstuffedcouch with a fat
book and stays there for hours.
Or when she sips her teadelicately.
It reminds me of when I bought her
her first tea set. Ithought she
would grow up to be a perfect lady.
But now she has a ringsticking
through her red tongue
and wouldn't be caught dead
in adress.
She doesn't look at me
but past me, through me.
Sometimesshe's my daughter,
but usually I don't know who
she is.






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