The Struggle: Chapter One

        "Maaaa...why do I even have to wear this? I feel like a simple shirt and pant is fine." said an uncomfortable Eleanor. "Ellie, this is the 10th time you've complained... and that too in just one morning! You know that girls have to wear skirts and dresses. Pantsuits are for men." her mom said, reluctantly, but eventually blurted out. "Ah, mom," Eleanor said, without even taking her mother's advice into regard, "I don't believe in this gender stuff--AUGH!!" Eleanor screamed as her mother zipped up the tightest dress that she could ever imagine and stuffed the smallest pumps onto her poor toes. "Sorry." her mother said, with a quick smile. "I can't even imagine what the work day will be like ahead.." Eleanor sighed. "Guess I'll have to find out!" Eleanor exclaimed as she walked out the door and almost slipped in her uncomfortable pumps.

         "Bye, Mama! Love you!" Eleanor said her farewells to her mother as she left. "Bye!" Her mother called from the kitchen. "Wait! Ellie! Good luck! Here is some leftover pot roast for lunch today! And remember--have fun!" her mother kissed Eleanor on her forehead and cried tears of joy. "I hope I do...remember to make my favorite white chocolate chip cookies when I come back, okay, Mumma?" Eleanor reminder her mother. "Of course! Bye!"

       Eleanor stepped into the foggy wind, at least HOPING to have half of a good day as her mom was hoping for.