My outfit for Halloween was perfect.
Um, I’m a very shy, conservative, soft-spoken person, and my costume just said the complete opposite. My hair was going to be in pigtails, and I was gonna wear nerd glasses. I picked out a white button up that I opted to tie it right over my belly button. High waisted shorts that were super short and had the bottom of my ass hanging out—on purpose. Socks that go to the middle of my thigh and some Jordan’s.
”Mommy look!” I turned to see Paris tear away from her teacher’s hand and race down the hallway to greet me when I picked her up from daycare. Her eyes were bright and happy, a slight contrast to my bruised ones under my sunglasses. She was holding up a big brown paper bag full of candy. She jumped into my arms and showered me with kisses. Handing me the bag, she began to squish my face between her fingers and physically turn my lips into a smile. “Mommy’s sad?”
I shook my head, offering her a smile. “No, baby. Mommy’s not sad,” I murmured quietly. I fixed her into her seat and set off for home. “What kind of candy did you get?”