After Math
368 Words
No matter how hard I tried, sleep would not come. I sat staring at the ceiling for five hours after our visit. God how I missed my mother. It amazes me that she's so positive about being stuck in that hospital. Even though she knows her chances aren't good. Surprisingly, she was really excited about that dreadful art class. My original plan was to drop the class, but now she wants my work. I thought this week was bad. Now I have to actually try. The plane ceiling wasn't doing a good job at distracting me. Why was everyone always telling me I work to much and that I need me time? I have my time, and I use it to take care of everyone else. It's not like I could chose to do something else. Not working isn't going to earn me more money. I wish people would just quit telling me what to do till they can figure out what could really help.
Turning over in bed I fixed my eyes on the picture of my mom, Liam, and I. We had to stay together and I'm the only one in the position to hold all the strings that keep us all together. My mother at home, and Liam with my mother. My job I can handle. My family I can handle. But what will kill me is school. With this new class I lose time to work, meaning I lose money. The question is to figure out how to balance this new schedule. I can't get rid of the class; that would let my mother down. I can't spend less time working; that would let the whole family down. Winning the lottery isn't going to happen any time soon, so I'm stuck to working extra hours, both on school and work. There are only two more days of school left and then the weekend. That's plenty of time to break in the new schedule. All I need now is rest. I laughed. Only one other way to attempt this. Turning back onto my back I started counting. One sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep. Four sheep. Five sheep. Six sheep. Seven sheep. Eight sheep. Nine sheep.
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