Elevator

I feel my head throbbing when I slowly open my eyes, it's not even a few hours before I fell asleep last night thinking about what I'm going to do about what Mom said. How was she able to agree to something like that?

A blind date without asking about my opinion.

I know she's my mom, but this kind of thing is too much.

I want to cry, sometimes it's tiring to please what Mom wants to happen. Sometimes I understand, but the other things she does are too much.

My eye was puffy and the under was black, even though I felt a little dizzy and weak, I forced myself to get ready to go to work. I can't slow down now, I have a lot to take care of and I don't want to be a hindrance to the company.

It was quiet around when I got to the kitchen, Mom and Dad were gone and only a note stuck on the fridge was left. Why didn't they even tell me about their departure, mom and I talked last night.

I just put the sandwich that Mom prepared in the bag and left the house to find a ride, but as soon as I lef