Prim’s POV:
Whoa. Talk about a long day. Today totally tops the list.
I sat at one of the cold and creaking metal bench in front of the row of cashier’s booth, there were three, waiting for my turn to pay the bills. One of them was a grumpy cashier, her face is sporting a smirk and I prayed that I don't have to deal with her right now. I suspect that the smirk was not only used at work but it’s perpetually there by the marks they left in her face.
There’s an ongoing queue and I wonder what time I’d be finished here. Time was not on my side now. The sooner my baby boy gets treated, the better. Aspen needs to get sorted out. A lot of tests were required before Doctor Gomez can prep him. As a mother, it scares the sh*t out of me. I mean who doesn't?
Aspen is just four years old and he’s
