I keep thinking about all the things she could do that I couldn't. Just... I hated how she got there, but... there were things she could do I couldn't in a million years.

*Lola flipped her burger off the grill and onto a bun she already had set-up on a plate.*

Except be polite, listen to people, and cook. She sucked at all of that. But I just keep getting mad she stole the one dream of mine I wish I could have had forever. Is it dumb to be mad at a me that doesn't even exist for stealing a fantasy that could never have happened?

*Lola had spent so many nights, so many school functions, so many times she thought 'if Mom was here this would be better.' Now she could never wish that again.*