"I won't change my
classes again," she said more calmly than I had thought
possible.
She was a nervous
wrecked. Happy little always smiling Amy was only the ghost of
herself.
"I won't change my
classes again," she repeated after having listened to her
parents a very long time.
"I am not being
stubborn and immature, I really thought things through," she
said. She held the paper I gave her and she started to read. She
couldn't go through any reason I gave her without being interrupted.
I had a huge impression of deja-vu. She was me, in front of my mum
every time I was asking something for myself. Then I had an idea. As
long sentence wouldn't do, she had to take a stand.
"My life, my choice,
hang up" I wrote on a new piece of paper.
She shook her head to say
no. I kneel in front of her and place the paper on her knees.
"Dad, dad..."
she called in the phone but there was no way to make him stop.
She took a deep breath.
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