Mia woke up early the next morning and got in her short black athletic shorts and a snug white tank top. She put her hair in a high pony and headed down the stairs.
Her mom was alone in the kitchen sipping a coffee.
“Momma” Mia wrapped her arms gently around her mom. She was relieved to see her up and out of bed.
Queen Amanda smiled at her daughter. She was feeling a bit better today and was hoping to get out for a walk. Mia offered to join her.
They put their coffees in travel mugs and headed out the front door together, walking towards the lake.
“How are you feeling sweetie?” Her mom asked her.
Mia thought for a moment but decided to be honest. “I’m frustrated with being treated like an object mom” she told her. “Like a weak, unintelligent, object.”
The Queen nodded in unde
