CandlelitxTragedy

“Do you even care that you’re married?” The young teenager asked as she turned the corner, leaning against the wall as she watched her mother adjusted herself. Her hair was messed up and it was hard to tell but her champagne lipstick was smeared. “I am not married.” She replied, smearing her lipstick a little bit. Her eyes cast a glance to her daughter, standing up straight after leaning over to stare into the reflection that was cast on the steel refrigerator. “Just because Dad’s gone doesn’t mean you aren’t married.” The girl replied, tears swelling in her eyes. “What do you think you