The weirdest day

It was the weirdest day.
It began just fine but evoled in a strange manner. Mother intending to have breakfast out and Daughter intending to sleep in. Daughter had to give in.
After preparation and stablishment of time to leave, Father arrived again throwing away any expectation to be able to go out. And yet, in a strange happening, both Mother and Daughter left the house in order to have a lovely chat.
As soon as they arrived and were seated in a crowded sunday-morning essential, a waitress, preignant and busy in her head with her own life and problems and probably thinking how terrible it would be to name her un-born baby something reseambling and eggplant, miss placed her streght and let go of the tray she held. The tray contained a glass made of, well, glass. There was a crack, an unmistakeable sound of shard flying everywhere when Daughter heard a shh sound, followed by a feeling of itching in her cheek and a cling when falling to the ground.
Daughter believed the tiny pang was of nothing but a scratch, how wrong she was.
A napkin on her skin came back tainted in red and again and again, it would not stop. In a rapid pace she went to the bathroom to check in a mirror only to discover the Manager of such prestigios-palace-made-of-iron stablishment, runnig along, asking if there was need for a doctor to come by. Daughter, in terms of not calling more attention said no.
The cut wasn't at all deep and the red stain in her cheek went dry but of course, but by that time the Nurse had already come to make sure it was not a great deal and take a better look. All in all, Mother and Daughter had a free breakfast.
So the texting began, too, Daughter made common knowledge of what had just occured.
Long story short, after a couple sms, the thing ended in "this is so the last try I make, have a nice trip and keep in touch xD" to what Boy answered "Of course, we'll see us around. I'll miss you! " to what Daughter replied "jaja, no you wont." And this, of course, got her down.
For some reason, just this day, she had decided to be very lady-like and wear high heels to a walking day (along with a button-down shirt and cute jeans, very cute) and some time later and after all the glass-cutting/boy-texting drama, got the best of her and wore her down.
Mother and Daughter went back home, where she discovered the reason why it hurted so much; leave it at, her feet looked very much like the one's of a ballerina.

She has now, a huge need to speak of all of those things and yet, her voice ends before it reaches sound.
Daughter is convinced now, specially after watching Jane Austen's Persuassion, her life will never be as great as her fiction can. For this, she has decided to take on her pen and write again, if not the stories that she could make up, the stories that in her own life, will never be.