"You'll understand when you're a bit older, dear," Eleanor said.
"But...I'm..."Michelle said, suddenly becoming confused on what age she was. She tried to say that she was an adult, but that didn't feel right. She was a teenager, right? She had just finished playing soccer for her school, and yet, she felt like that was all wrong.
"So, how did your game go?" Eleanor asked, in a motherly tone strangely enough, while she continued to grow more wrinkles.
"It went fine." Michelle said, though she didn't fell too sure about her answer, but something inside her brain told her that was right. Before she could ponder any further on it, she felt her phone buzz, and looked down to see...