"Yeah, that's right. If I remember vividly, Ana couldn't talk to us like this before. Do you want me to rip your tongue apart Ana!". Becky yelled.
She was so upset and silently blamed Kara for such embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, but I wasn't talking to you all. I was talking to Kara". Ana replied with fear.
"Ha! Looks like you've forgotten, that if you talk shit about one of us, you talked shit about all of us. So, face your lives okay". Becky said and glanced at Kara.
Kara looked so absent minded. "Dude, why didn't say anything". Becky asked.
"There was nothing to say". Kara replied. Then she put on her glasses and opened her Geometry textbook.
The rest of the day felt weird for Kara and her group. Kara went home feeling less accomplished.
Nareen was waiting for her in the living room.
"Kara! How was school! Oh no! you look sad. What's wrong baby?".
"Mum can you be honest with me?". Kara asked while Nareen nodded in affirmative.
"Do you think this way of dressing is awkward?". Kara asked.
"Sweetie, if I'm being honest like you said I should, this isn't you. I mean it's kinda weird that you moved from crop tops, short skirts, crazy jeans to a grandma's wear. I figured people might find it weird in school today". Nareen replied.
"But you as my mom do you like it?". Kara asked Nareen.
"I do. I do. Honestly sweetie, the way you dressed and behaved before now, made me really upset. I mean you clubbed a lot, you had a boyfriend that you did plenty of making outs with without batting an eyelid, you stopped going to church and I was scared to say anything because I didn't want to lose you and I felt you were still grieving your father. There were times when I thought about what your father would think seeing your attitude but when I saw you today, the way you talked to me, your outfit. It gladdened my heart. Still, I wanna know what's going on". Nareen spoke as tears streamed down their cheeks.
"I just want to change mum. I'm tired of living that kind of life". Kara spoke and hugged her mum tightly.