"Wendy, why do you think you're here?"

I stare back at Dr. Samson, with confusion. "Is this the type of thing that you ask all teenagers that get hauled in here?" I ask her flippantly. "Why don't you read through the choices and I'll pick one of them?"

Dr. Samson closed her notebook and sighed. "That's not how this works, Wendy. I want you to be honest in this space and so far, the only point of view I've received is your mother's. Now I want to know your answer. Why do you think you're here?"

I wanted to scream because I'm not the daughter my mother wanted me to be!

But the real answer come out, before thinking twice.

"Because I feel lost"