My mother got a face lift today. I'm really unhappy about it, but I can't really do anything. I mean, it's her life, and I don't really have any right to say differently. I just don't want to come home and not see her. She assured me that it wasn't going to be a huge difference, just tightening up the saggy bits and stuff, but still it really bothers me. I guess it's not as bad as her getting botox, though. She only mentioned that once a long time ago and the idea freaked me out.
I'm not really sure why it bothers me so much. I obviously can't see it from her view because I'm only eighteen, not forty-seven and sagging. I don't know when I'm going home next, but by the time I do she'll probably be all healed and stuff. I wonder if I'm wrong to be bothered by it if it'll make her happy. The thing is, I've always thought she was beautiful. Not like twenty-five beautiful, but she has a kind face and a bright smile and gorgeous hair. Maybe I just think that because she's my mother. I don't know.