Calm Down

I take a deep breath, remembering all that she's been through, her hormones, and everything else surrounding her behavior and outbursts. It isn't easy, but after drinking a glass of water and sitting in the kitchen for a bit, I manage to calm down.

Still, the facts remain, something has to change, or her life is going off the rails. She's bound to end up pregnant, in jail, jobless, or all of the above if she keeps it up. I need some way to make her understand that she's not alone in this world, and none of this behavior is healthy or conducive to success. I wish she could just see how much I care about her, and how much I genuinely want the best for my babygirl.

If her mother was here, she'd have the answers.

I hear the music stop, and feet slowly descending the stairs in the next room.