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Weirdo, why not?

One time, long ago

This woman talked about the importance of not having fancy clothes for her child.

No need for name brands, labels that were for prestige.

She was told that it’s important not to have your child looking like a weirdo.

What? She thought.

Weirdo?

What is a weirdo? That’s not my child.

Then she thought about it for a long, long time.

She looked at her child.

A weirdo? That made no sense.

Then she thought some more on into the night and the lights of a few days.

A weirdo is an individualist.

They are their own person.

From that moment on the mother decided to let loose her controls.

Her child dressed herself by her own choices.

Letting go, the mother found her child to be the best weirdo she could be.

Claiming the weirdness proved a point.

Can you imagine what it was?

This is in response to the following prompt:

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