My Mother’s Worst Advice

Day 28 of Keeley’s Writing Challenge

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I lived with my birth mother until I was 6 and a half years old. I don’t remember any advice she gave me.

Then I lived with my grandmother until I was 10. I don’t remember her giving me anything but good advice. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t accept lollies from strangers. Tie your shoelaces properly so you don’t trip.

Then my dad remarried and I got a stepmother and two brothers for free!

I don’t remember any advice — just criticism and rules.

That’s not clean. Do it again. Don’t ride in cars with boys. Don’t let a boy touch you here — or here!

I didn’t know why — all I knew was wanted to break every one of those damn rules.

Oh. Is this advice? You’ve made your bed now lie on it.

I stayed married for 10 miserable years because of that piece of advice.

I’m wondering what Keeley thinks is my worst piece of advice? 😆

We’re almost there, team!

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