“I couldn't reach my teenage daughter. I was just waiting for her to get pregnant. I couldn't let that happen and I came up with a plan."

I have no idea what happened to my little girl. With that pretty good girl I used to braid to school not so long ago? Now she's turned into some kind of painted doll! A child's face, but disfigured with make-up. Who ever heard of a teenager wearing lipstick and mascara! It was unthinkable in my day.

- What do you look like!? I cried once when I got home from work. "Wash it off your face right now and get to class!"

"I already did," she replied with a shrug.

I was sure he was lying.

– Read the assigned topics again, it won't hurt you – I ordered in a firm tone.

- I went out with the girls! she screamed defiantly.

"You're not going anywhere," I announced. "And certainly not so bloated!"

Kaja, seeing that nothing would work, was offended and locked herself in her room. The door slammed with such force that the windows rattled throughout the apartment. "Well, what a cheek! I was outraged. "I'll have to talk to her seriously about this!"

Recently, something disturbing has been happening to my daughter. I know what puberty is; I used to go through them myself, but not as violently as she did. Maybe it was because my father was very strict and could make sure I stuck to the rules. And I raised Kaja by myself. Her husband died when she was little.

She didn't want to listen to me

When I was as old as her, it wouldn't have occurred to me to wear make-up. Or wearing such cleavage and revealing the belly... With us, powder was allowed so that the nose would not shine, other make-up could be taken against the pedagogical body. And when one of her friends got highlights, the teacher laughed at her in front of everyone in the class, asking if she was already getting married since she felt so grown up. Anyway, the girl actually got pregnant a year later and disappeared from school.

That's how it used to be...

And now my daughter claimed that all her friends had makeup and dresses like her! For me, it meant that she should change friends. Those stupid ladies only dragged Kaja down! The thing is, my daughter thought otherwise. She found herself a package from a completely different school and only stuck with them. She even said she would move in with them. Because it's nicer there...

I knew very well that I would not agree to this for anything. Kai's school was of a much higher standard. And education is the foundation. Of course, my daughter did not understand this. All she cared about was nice clothes. And boys. And a disco.

- What will you buy these clothes for someday? Because you don't think you'll always be dependent on me, do you? I scolded her as she brought another dick from school.

- Mom, don't bore! She then told me and walked away.

Colleagues from work told me to convince her that girls from the group are stupid. Then she won't want to deal with them herself.

-Make them laugh, they advised. – Let Kaja see that in their company he compromises himself.

I tried. When one of them changed her hairstyle to something totally crazy, I noticed:

- Well, if you're not in your head, you're in your head...

Kaja just winced.

I quickly realized that my critical remarks were counterproductive. Kaja seemed to be more closed in on herself and distanced herself from me. At the same time, she clung even more to her friends. More and more often I had the impression that he was only pretending to listen to me. So I still felt powerless. It was like that until the day when my friend Aśka came to visit us.

She found a way around it...

We practically never parted during our studies. I loved her spontaneity and crazy ideas. She was completely different from me, a little crazy, and this difference paradoxically brought us together. Then she moved to another city. Despite the considerable distance that separates us, we maintain constant e-mail contact and visit each other from time to time.

I knew she would come while I was still at work, so I asked Kajka to stay at home and open the door to Aunt Asia. I was sure that Kaja would be furious with me for this, and as soon as Aśka entered the apartment, she would blow the little one to her friends. But it happened otherwise.

When I came back from the office, I was surprised to hear the joyful laughter of both of them coming from the living room! And the irritating smell of solvent. It turned out that Aśka and my daughter turned the salon into a beauty salon - they were sitting together and painting their nails! Some weird patterns...

– Will you join me? My friend greeted me with a smile. – I brought such funny nail stickers, look! You can play with them in cool compositions!

- Wow, they really are crazy! my daughter was delighted.

What's up! After a moment's thought, I dropped the idea of ​​making dinner right away and sat down with them. I remembered how carefree and cute my child can laugh...

The next week was a real psychology lesson for me, unwittingly taught by my friend. Aśka has no children of her own and has always claimed that, therefore, she cannot deal with them. So she treated my daughter a bit like a friend. Like a young, but still an adult person, and Kaja repaid her with ... adulthood. I was amazed at her transformation.

She went everywhere with us - to the cinema, the theater, even to the museum, and she was delighted! For balance, Aśka invited her to a real spa, where Kajka was treated for acne skin, and the beautician expertly advised her on what not to eat and drink, and showed how to apply delicate makeup. That one encounter worked better than months of me whining about her looks!

I took an example from Aśka. I signed up with my daughter for swimming and aerobics. We actually do a lot of stuff together. For example, we go on long walks where we gossip and take silly pictures of ourselves. Kajka likes it madly. I managed to become a friend of my daughter. And now she rarely sees her friends from the old pack, she has too many fun activities during the week. Besides, she herself recently noticed that she doesn't really have much to talk about with them. But with me - yes!

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