Now Mom's brown hair is usually in a messy bun on top of her head, hiding all the beauty. The dark circles under her eyes take away from her sparkly blues. And Mom has lost so much weight over the years that I wonder if her job even gives her time to eat. I miss when she used to laugh, smile, and play with us.
This job has stolen so much from us.
Wait, did she say...?
"Afternoon?" I asked. "What time is it?"
"It's just after one o'clock," Mom told me.
"O-o-one o'clock!" I stuttered.
Oh my god! I slept for... wait, when did I even fall asleep?
Oh no... Don't tell me I passed out on them. Again. God, that's embarrassing.
"You slept for a long time. That's not like you, Otts. You feeling okay?" Mom asked as she felt my forehead.
"Yeah, Mom, I feel fine. Guess I was just tired," I r
