Semester Switch-Up

Your argument with your daughter was going nowhere. She just didn't understand.

"I don't understand why you and dad just can't get along," She said, pouting.

"Things are far more complex than you think, Arya. Walk a mile in my shoes then you'll understand..."

The divorce had been pretty hard on her. She was the only child of three who wanted you to have visitation rights to her and it hurt her to see you so lonely. You knew deep down that she partly blamed you for the divorce but why... you and the family needed money, it wasn't your fault that you were needed in the office so often.

The room went quiet with just the TV softly playing in the background: an advertisement for another Freaky Friday sequel.

"Well what if I did?"

"What if you did what?"

"Walked a mile in your shoes, and you walk a mile in mine. We switch up our lives so we can get each other's perspectives."

You pondered it for a bit. An absurdity. Nobody would ever fall for it. Or would they… You and your daughter were built somewhat similarly. It’s just that she inherited your ex-mother-in-law’s washboard chest. Besides that you both walked around with the two fattest asses in town, hardly distinguished from each other. It was possible. But was it permissible? Like was this moral… All that time your mother made you stay in Sunday school and there was never a time that the youth pastor told you NOT to pretend to be someone else. "Okay... from now on, I'll be Arya and you'll be Eve"

You told each other your schedules and went to work, swapping clothes. Her clothes were roughly the same size minus your boobs which were being squeezed hard. You swapped phones and that would be the end. Neither of you wanted to say anything, else the other decide to double back on their decision.

Your ex-husband came to pick you up an hour later; seems like he didn't know a thing. And after a twenty-minute drive with nothing to break the silence but the air conditioning and his CD of Songs About Jane, you got out of the car and went to your daughter's bed, and nobody was the wiser.