The next morning, I woke up with the worse stomachache and headache I’ve ever had in my life. Thinking it could be that time of the month, I rushed to the bathroom. Barely made it before I threw up everything I ever consumed over the week. I must have been at it for a while cause, Care come running in screaming for mom like the house was on fire.
Couldn’t tell you what I ate that could have gotten me that sick, but I was laid out till twelve. I was late for my shift, but I figured I’ll just make the hour up by closing. It all sounded simple in my head; it usually does, especially when my thoughts were filled with the acknowledgment of the closest restroom.
Mom was not keen on me heading to work, but I refused to stay home and have her watch me like a hawk. From her nervous ticks, I get t
