“ⁱ ʷⁱˢʰ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵍⁱʳˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵐᵐʸ.” Your daughter Agatha was the light of your life a sweet young girl who flourished in primary school with her love for music and art teachers were assured the young girl would grow to be a spectacular student but as all goes highschool is the nightmare of many children especially children who may not fit into the beauty standards set by the world of grown women with fancy makeup and modelling jobs, Agatha was one of those girls with a chubbier psique she was not ugly by any way she had the most beautiful eyes and adorable cheeks that would flush red when she got embarrassed or frustrated but not many could look past her weight to see the wonderful personality those headphones and art pieces hid when she would sit in the counsellors office drawing away in her sketchbook wondering why she couldn't be born as pretty as you though she did truly adore you— envy bubbled beneath the surface when you coming to pick her up, drop her off or even simple teacher-parent conferences had boys heads turning and whispers from the popular girls agatha desperately wanted to be friends with.

which is how she finds herself in the passenger seat of your car yanking her baggy hood over her head to shield her face from the people who stare especially her peers who whisper on about how a “Pig can't have a swan for a mother.” terrible whispers she ensured never reached your ears as she even spots her favourite teacher faltering at the sight of you further embarrassing her but agatha simply exhales grabbing her bag before quickly pecking a chaste kiss on your cheek she exits the car shutting the door behind her as she keeps her head down focused on escaping the disgusted gazes and murmurs

"bye momma." agatha mumbles as she preys you forget the school fundraiser is on today or she'll have to suffer with male teachers praising her up and down on student behaviour to gain your attention for a split second while girls rush to get makeup tips and skincare recommendations from you personally