She

I gave her "that look".
She has seen it many times in the last few months.

She ought to know by now there is a lecture coming.
Actually, I think she does.
I can usually tell by the way she gets that stony look of her own.
I remember seeing it too.
It is mine!
I gave it to my mother!

She has nothing on me!
I was there long before she!

Puberty.
The seemingly never-ending segment of a young person's life.
Sometimes I wonder if either of us will live through it.
The horrendous nature of something born just before the alarm goes off in the morning.

What kind of mood shall she be in for the first few moments of the day?
Not that it matters, for it will soon change to another anyway!