Pressure of Greed
“Come on honey. Just please stand still for mommy,” the woman begged her daughter as she held a spray bottle filled with spray-on tan.
“But I don’t like it when it gets in my face!!” The four-year old stamped her foot in protest, “I don’t wanna do this anymore!” The little girl, with her blonde hair put up high on her head in thick curls threw the $100 dress she was to wear on the ground and ran off, weaving threw all the other little girls going through the same exact thing as a her, some feeling the same way as her.
Mommy caught up to her daughter and grabbed her arms (a little too firmly), “Now you listen to me Caroline. You’ve got a pretty face and blue eyes. Now I want you to go out there and show that off!” the mother growled in her little girl’s face.
“But Mommy I don’t-”
“No buts, okay? Now get on this dress that I bought just for you, go out there, and then win! Mommy needs that money to go get her hair dyed. You know how I am when my greys show.”
The girl glares at her mother, “I hate you.”