High heels are the bane of my existence. Too bad my mother, didn't understand that. "Mooom," I whined. "When is this thing going to end?" She looked at me sharply. "Maya, this is your sister's wedding reception, you could at least TRY to have fu--" "STEP SISTER, Mom. She's my STEP SISTER." I interrupted. "Well, I don't see how that's any different. She is your family and you had might as well act like it!" I sighed and walked away to a small bench that sat nearby. I sat down and started undoing the straps on my shoes. Good riddance.
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