Kendra's Point of View
"On your way out?" My mother asked as she saw me freshening up.
"Yeah." I answered her, staring into the mirror in our rickety bathroom, "How are you feeling now?" I asked her as I dried my face.
"Better now." She answered jovially, "I'm up and on my two feet." She continued, stomping her feet for me to hear her.
"I'm glad to hear that," I replied to her, changing to a much neater outfit. It was not like it was better than other rags I had begun to occupy, but it was okay.
"So much hurry?" She asked, seeing I was almost done dressing."
"I just want to get over whatever she wants to do or tell me as quickly as possible," I replied to her, walking to the little table where we kept our hair stuff.
"Looking for this?" Mother asked, holding out the brush.
"Yes,"
