I can’t believe mom made me come along on this. I’d been pretending that she’s not keeping me on such a tight leash since we got here. But this is just too much. She said that she needs me to come with her so I can watch Gracie. And when I asked why I couldn’t just stay with her at home. Or stay with her at grandpas. Or go together to the library. She just...didn’t have an answer.
So here we are. Me watching a literal child. Sitting in a beer house. While mom has a job interview. To work at the same lame job I know she had back when I was born. What was the point in moving around so much and trying so many things if mom was just going to come back to the brewery anyways? Back when we were in Illinois, mom took a bunch of computer classes, and got a job doing some kind of programming. Now
