As I tie the curtain into a knot, the burst of cool breeze nudges my skin and the c***k of dawn peeps on the horizon. I stretch my arms upward and yawn before sitting down at the corner of the bed. I bend my waist over to reach for my sneakers underneath the frame’s bed while my mother who’s buttoning her blouse occupies the space beside me.
“Are you not gonna take some more rest?” I ask as I put on one of my shoes.
“I’ve been resting for a couple of days,” she responds before letting out a sharp sigh. “Should I give the shop back to Chaz?”
My hands cease from tying the lace of my sneakers. I straighten my body up and slant my view to my mother. Her gaze is lowered down and so do her shoulders so I knead my hand on her back, hoping it’s enough to make her feel my sympathy.
“Do you wan
