WHAT MESS HAVE I GOTTEN INTO?!
I arrived home with my heart in my hand, on schedule, something that had not happened to me for some time. Mom is up, in the kitchen, making food for her and my little sister who lies on the side helping her with things. Mom is affirmed of the allowance since so many hours that he must be at rest brings muscle consequences for his daily gait.
"Mom-I'll bring you a chair."
"Daughter, you're early. And I'm not going to crush my ass again, I want to walk a little, or go for a walk outside."
"That's not good, mom, and we know it." My seven year old sister adds.
"Mommy says she's going to the park with me."
"Linda, you can't ask mom for that, and you know it."
"Honey, don't be so hard on your sister." Mom says.
"Do I last? I'm trying to take care of you
