Small rant: I hate that my 20 year old daughter is so pretty. I hate that I tell her all the time about wearing shorts, tanks, skirts, heels, lipstick. Sigh. I hate worrying when she goes kickboxing at night, when she gets off work at 1230am, when she tells me a patron (shes a waitress and college student) creeps her out, when she jogs, rides her bike, or walks.
I hate that she is living in a world where it's becoming an epidemic of entitled sickos to take whatever they want and then throw someone's baby away like a broken toy. I. Hate. This.
I am so heartbroken for this beautiful young lady who was doing nothing more than enjoying nature, the rush of a good workout and whatever pleasantries float through a young ladies mind right after parting ways with her handsome boyfriend. Her whole life...I just can't anymore.
My wholehearted thoughts and prayers with Sierahs family, her boyfriend, and her friends. It's NOT supposed to be this way.
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