Says the mother to the daughter: “Are you feeling well?”
“gr8” the daughter sez, “rotfl.”
“Then tell me,” says the mother. “When can you talk to me?”
“idk.” the daughter txts, “cu brb.”
“My daughter hates me,” says the mother, crying quietly.
“omg,” the daughter sez, “ilu ofc.”
“Thank you.” says the mother. “You know, I love you, Steph.”
“tbh,” the daughter sez, “u r my bff.”