Nov 18, 2009 20:17
Ivy dreaded this day every year ever since she moved out. Without fail every year her dear sweet ever loving mother did something to make Ivy blush. The woman was convinced that no matter how independent Ivy was that her daughter obviously needed a man and saw it as her duty to help Ivy. This had of course ended badly for Ivy every single time and she was almost always mortified by her mother.
Her father made up for that he would send something else to make up for Ivy's embarrassment. This year Ivy was just a little afraid to open the package from her parents. It felt a little heavier than normal and Ivy was just afraid of what would be in that box. She worried that her father had to go all out this time to make up for whatever her Mother did now just because the box felt so heavy to her.
At least she had cake! Someone had been nice and sent her one. That didn't exactly help. For some reason it felt weird to realize she was twenty five years old today. She wasn't a very vain person when it came to such things but it was something to think about. She was still young and would be entering the court room come January as a young Assistant District Attorney. It made her a little nervous so she forgot about the cake and and the box and started to ace back and fourth.
She would fret over what mother did this time after she calmed down.
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