And I am sotired of trying to be something I'm not."She sighed, and said, "I am going to have to call in your parents." Doesn't matter. I've graduated..., this summer I turn eighteen, and I canmake my own choices. I don't know what my options are, but I knowthere's no way I can pretend anymore. Its killing me. They can decide ifthey'd rather have a dead son or a live daughter." Then a live daughter it will be."I turned at this, and saw my mom and dad standing in the doorway."You ... heard that?" I. Argued about who was suppose to do what. Shit, we even argued about what damn toilet paper to use and how it should be on the roller, such petty things that eventually separated us. Maybe we were just too proud to blame ourselves.We didn't seek counseling. I couldn't have some man or woman tell me how to live my life. Maybe it was a mistake. But our lives are full of them.I came home one day and Beverly was yelling about finances. I was a full-time police officer and she worked part-time in the. I don’t bother with socks or my shoes. I open my door this time happy to see no one there to greet me. I make my way down stairs to the huge dinning room where there have to be thirteen people eating and talking. I get looks from my sister, Jane, and Doris. As I see Doris she makes eye contact with me and motions me into the kitchen. ‘What’s up?’ I ask when I walk into the kitchen and spy a plate of bacon. ‘About last night, I want to say I’m sorry, and to tell you thank you.’ She says with a. When she popped up, she yelled at me to come in. After snapping off a half dozen shots, I stripped and followed her in. The water was the perfect temperature, with a sand bottom and a few rocks around the edges. Linda dove underwater and swam towards the falls. I followed as she swam under them and surfaced in a small grotto. The water got shallower towards one side until it was only about a foot deep. She hopped up onto a rock and dangled her feet in the water.I couldn’t resist. I moved.