I've always known I had no talent. Not in art, music, sport, or smarts. Except maybe Science, but that never could work. It never really bothered me, not knowing what future job to get. Until my father died and my mom was doomed to die May 14. I was in charge of finding money. My waiter job only went so far. Sure, it gave me bonus cash, but I now had to watch my mom, which cut my hours. Food was now a top priority for us. Lately, with Mom's death coming, it's been harder to get. And my friend, Laura, wasn't helping.
"You could live with me. My mom probably won't mind." I just shook my head.
"I have to stay with my mom," I explained," She's always been there for me. I should repay her."
"You're too genouros. But I won't argue about your decision."
"It might help if Mom didn't insist on watching TV all day. That's what really costs me." I sighed always then when I mention it. Yes, Laura did give some money, no matter how I tried to turn it down, but it only helped with the electricity bill. I suppose it's a good thing too. I am not very joyful when in the dark. Not that I'm afraid of it. So the electricity helped in some ways. For me, that is.
I watched Mom cheering at the TV. I had worked for as long as I could. But the only food I could buy was one loaf of bread. It was getting smaller everyday, the more Mom needed attention. Don't think I always just watch her. She goes insane, I mean it, without someone to talk to for too long. She'll trash the house. The first time was the last time it happened. Laura gave me extra that week. That time, I didn't refuse. The house needed repairs badly