position of authority.

"thank you for praying. i know you prayed. you just really seem like a prayer warrior"

"i just love your fashion sense. you're so pretty and you always know what to wear"

"oh hey look, you're an adult. . . like. . . type. . . person. . ." 

she's not sure if they're compliments, offhanded comments, or personal jabs.
but then again she's never been good at differentiating between all of that fluff.

twelve months are all that separate her from them,
yet they look at her like an idol. like a mom. a problem-solver. an advice dispenser. a role model.
maybe someday they will let her be their friend.

The End

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