Big Girl Blues

John K Adams
The Haven
Published in
6 min readMay 25, 2024


Photo by YIFEI CHEN on Unsplash

Lara knocked on her daughter Rachel’s bedroom door.

“Dinner’s ready, hon.”

Not hearing a reply, she pushed the door open to see Rachel on her bed staring at the ceiling. Her auburn hair flowed across the bedspread as if posed for a Pre-Raphaelite painting. She cradled her teddy bear in one arm.

“You okay Rach?”


“Big day tomorrow… I made your favorite. Everyone’s waiting to celebrate your last dinner as a single girl.”

Rachel looked at her. “What have I got myself into, mom? You have an escape hatch?”

“Oh…” Lara sat on the bed and touched Rachel’s hand. “Pre-wedding jitters? Something more serious? Is Chad…?”

“No, Chad’s jiggy. He can’t wait. It’s… How’d you feel when you and dad made the plunge?”

“I was a little older than you. Twenty-one. Our future before us. You thinking nineteen’s too young? Or…?”

“No… It’s everything. Look…” She gestured to her room. “This has always been my safe space. My home. I like it…”

“Oh, honey…” They looked at each other silently, past and future entwined. “You’ll always have a room. Sharing space with the right person isn’t so tough. You won’t be a guest. You’re a big girl. Make it your own… Think magical.”



John K Adams
The Haven

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