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 Content in Adolescence

Clarity in Adolescence

She is sitting quietly with her lanky legs tucked pretzel-like under her thighs.  She feels strangely alive, under a shade tree, waiting.  She knows not what she is waiting for but understands this pivotal moment is no respecter of time.

She is by herself but far from lonely.  She has made a necklace of buttercups and has un-ashamedly rocked and cuddled her doll.   She used to like to play Barbie, but this past Christmas had inexplicably asked for a doll that looked like a real baby.  She couldn’t share this with her best friend, for friends readily mock such childish playthings and have rapidly moved on to make-up, boys and push-up bras.

She sometimes wishes for a return to the days when she would spend the night with her friend and stay up late playing the ukulele and singing at the top of her lungs. It’s an unspoken, un-cool…

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