That day, Maureen hastily retreated to her room in a fluster, hiding the hair accessory she bought in the bottom drawer.
Tears flowed down her cheeks in large droplets.
In the two years at the Smith's, Maureen has grown rapidly, almost forced to transform at the fastest speed.
She can finally hold her head high and blend into the surrounding environment, looking no different from the girls who have grown up here.
Composed, and adept at coping with things.
She also knows how to show off her beauty.
When others look at her, she easily lets them gaze.
Today, the seventeen-year-old Maureen is confident and doesn't care about the opinions of others, even if she wears a uniform and carries an old backpack, she shows no fear.
When she looks back on her fifteen-year-old self, she naturally feels that she was too timid, too concerned about others' eyesight, and even sharp.
But Maureen doesn't want to deny herself.
