It's time to grow up.

I can see it. The peak of womanhood. That long road ahead, is now only two steps.


I don't dare turn back, childhood is behind me. No more foolishness.


I sit at the stool, being careful of my posture. After all, I am a woman in a couple hours.


The best painter, Jean-Étienne Liotard has come to paint my portrait.


There is nothing more than I'd rather do on my 15th birthday than sitting down and not move for hours.


No more play. After all, I am a woman now.


 
 
c

crisscross

NY

17 years old

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