Go see your daughter

You practically sprint out out of what has been your jail cell for the last month. You make it to the lobby. Outside it is dusk. A fancy limo is parked in front of the building.

You quickly exit, glancing at the burly security guards. The pay you no heed as you exit the building. You quickly reach the limo.

You open the limo door and see your daughter. You dive into a hug.

“Ah, ok mom.”

“I missed you so much Renna.”

“Missed you too mom. But, I heard your breakthrough was incredible.”

“Did they treat you ok? Are you alright?”

“After a little misunderstanding, they treated me great, mom. I thought they were **** me. Once they explained they were just there to protect me, because of the secret stuff you are doing, they were great. They had a chef cook for me and even helped me start a business.”

“Thank god. I was so worried about you.”

“Mom, look at you. Didn’t anyone tell you we’re going to a party?”

You shake your head.

“It’s semi-formal. It’s a good thing I brought a dress. Wow, you’re a mess mom. You look like you never found the shower.”

“Renna, I don’t really want to go to s party.”

Your daughter gives you a look. “It’s in your honor, mom. Let me do your makeup. Hold still, mom.”

You sigh as you daughter pulls out her makeup and begins to work on you. She adds foundation, blush, eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick with perfect precision. She finishes and hands you a mirror.

Your jaw drops. You look amazing. You can’t remember looking this good.

“Wow, Renna, that’s incredible.”

“I’m not done, mom, we still need to do something with your hair and get you in a dress.”

As your daughter begins brushing the knots out of your dirty blonde hair, you check your bank account. You whistle. There is enough money in it to retire. You try to wrap your head around just how big a bonus it was.

A particularly tough knot snaps your attention back.

Renna helps you slip out of your clothes and slide on a party dress. The limo stops in front of an impressive venue. You get out with Renna.

Renna hands you a black lipstick tube. “Here, mom, in case you kiss someone.”

You giggle a bit.

“You so need to get laid, mom.”

You are surprised by Renna’s comment, but she isn’t wrong. You enter the party.