I smile at my daughter and give her a hug without messing up her hair. "You're going to do just fine. Just remember that I love you." I say and walk out the door to prepare her lunch.<span style="font-style: italic">Let's see...she's a teenage girl and she'll want to keep that skinny body, so she'll probably have to have a salad.</span>I grab a plastic container out of the refrigerator.<span style="font-style: italic">Perfect.</span>I stand in the kitchen and wait for my daughter.