This morning was a slow start. Expected to be up at 8 o'clock to wash my blankets and laundry, but didn't really go as planned. How could it if I fell asleep at 5 o'clock in the morning. I found my son on the couch watching his favorite cartoon "Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends" wrapped in his green blanket. It was 10 o'clock, and my mom was ready to go.
My mom and I are closer than ever, which is kind of why were never apart.
When we had gotten to the laundry mat there was a father and daughter unloading laundry from their truck. Every time I see father/daughter moments or activities I cant help but wish my dad could be here with me, its already been 13 Christmas spent without him. Turns out the father had twins, same jacket, same tablet color, and same hair cut.
I sat there and wondered do they sit at school together, they must have been 16; and I was curious. I've watched shows such as "Hoarders" about twins, they hoarded different items and never really been without each other. I thought maybe losing each other is like not seeing your reflection in the mirror no more. They did everything in sync. Eating, laughing, to having their legs crossed the same.
After laundry was completed, I was ready to go to work. Ready than I'll ever be. Suprisingly it was dead, I am a front desk attendant at a recreation center. Everyone was out of the building, we shut it down 10 minutes early.
My youngest brother asked to be picked up, like I had said yesterday; it his vacation from his hell. His biological mother now drinks, has a girlfriend who is very demanding. Things have to be done her way, especially controlling my brothers food intake. Portion Control is what he calls it. Of course it wasnt long till my mom bitched out his mom.
I'm listening to the Mexi's (mexicans) upstairs and decided I'm going to end this entry and join them.
Good Night and Sweet Dreams.
Taylor.
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