“So tearing it into pieces and tossing it into the trash wasn’t an option?” Mom throws her hands up in the air. “Nope! Not when you’re always going through my trash.” I can’t believe I just said these words aloud. And it’s so worth it to see the shocked look on her face. “You should hear all the words I want to say to you, Mom.” I may be grounded, but I’m lighter than a balloon as I float to my room.
