“He doesn’t want to go with me. He doesn’t even like me! I’m just his sister’s airhead friend.” “Jill…” my mother prompts again. “Why does he have to be so beautiful?” I roll over onto my stomach and release a torrent of tears into the pillow. “Why do I have to love him so much? It hurts so bad.” My bedroom door closes and I cry all the harder for being deserted by my own mother.
