My heart is pounding and I am fidgeting on my seat, waiting for her to notice me again. She can barely stand and as she leans forward to try and take her shot she loses her balance, sprawling gracelessly across the pool table.Like a wave the great mounds of fat she calls her voluptous figure seem to spill across the baize, I think I might vomit. Behind her I see a man blow out his cheeks and mimic her. They are all laughing at her and she cannot see. Please, let her forget I am here.
It is, as ever, too much to hope for. She struggles back to her feet, tugging the belt that passes for a skirt back over hips as wide as any on an oprah show, unselfconciously scratching an armpit she remembers and points me out. Following that chipped accusing nail all eyes around the pool table turn to me. I see the smiles fall from their faces and that look again in all those staring eyes.
Telling all the world how proud she is of me, her beautiful twelve year old daughter.
Letting all the world know that she is my mother.

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I'm hoping you can get a sense of the emotions I'm trying to get my little girl to portray, but I myself am too nervous to tell you what they are lol