What happened to the little girl who use to come running when I came home from work, happy to see me?
Now I have this 15yo creature that I don't recognize. Life is such a drama and I cannot possibly understand. Conversations routinely escalates from "how is school going", to "you need to focus more" and getting the back of the hand "whatever". I love her dearly and she is a good kid but I don't know if I can survive the next 3 years.