Like Mother, Like Daughter

A young Shego and her mom, Rachel, as portrayed in my fic A Life Long Forgotten. this was gonna be a scene in the fic, but I took it out and put in a short blurb about it instead cuz the chapter was getting way too long. I may use it as a one-shot later on, or stick it in a future chapter... who knows. basically, Shego wants to cut her hair cuz she doesn't like it, but her mom insists she keep it long.

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"Why, mom, why can't I just cut it?" Shego whined. "It's not like it'll ever look like yours anyway."
Rachel laid the brush down and looked her daughter in the eye. "Listen, Shego. Sometimes... things don't end up the same way they start out." She had said it slowly, but with such a confidence Shego couldn't help but believe her, even if she was a little unsure of what her mother was referring to. Was she just talking about her hair, or was there something else on her mind?
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I may put the sketched version in scraps cuz I like it better. I don't know why but after I started coloring this thing they just looked wierd I'm not sure I like the lavendarish bg either. I just needed to do something other than white this time, and the color matched Rachel's clothes