It's the next day, I've just gotten home from another long day working at the diner, how is it my second day and I already wanna quit? This was too much.
"How was work, sweetie?" My mom stepped out the kitchen with a mug in her hand.
"Don't ask," I sighed, kicking my shoes to the side and sitting on the couch. She chuckled and went back into the kitchen. "Well you know thanksgiving is in a few days so you won't have to go in. That's great."
"Oh, yeah you wanted me to pick up some extra things from the supermarket, right?" I threw my hair up into a bun and laid down on my side to put my feet up.
"Yes, that would help me. I was just in here cleaning out the fridge because you already know there's gonna be leftovers and I need room." She replied.
I got up to join her in the kitchen a
