I rested peacefully under my thin blanket. The sun rising ever so slowly as the clock on the wall kept ticking. I hate that damn clock! The ticking has driven me up the wall since my dad put it there!? Sooner or later I didn’t hear ticking anymore I heard foot steps, loud foot steps.. The door swung open and here came my dad. Opening up my blinds so fast I couldn’t even react. The sun blinding me, desperately i scramble to cover my eyes. “Nabi it’s time to go, before your late for work!” My father shouted as if I’ve ever been late before? He underestimates how quickly I can move. slowly slithering my way out of bed and getting in a good stretch. I walked over to the clock and took it off the wall out of frustration. While setting down the clock i notice all the dust on my dresser. A feeling of disgust yet realization of how my life’s going down the drain. How I sit in here and collect dust, i dont do shit with my life! All I ever do is work and help provide for my family. We don’t have much money to begin with.. I just want to live my life, why does that have to be so hard? As I stood there deep in thought I realized I wasn’t alone and it’s only been seconds. “Dad! Get out I need to get ready for work!” I shouted. My dad shook his head and walked out with a grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind him, locking it. He thinks it’s funny when I’m mad or upset it drives me nuts. I let out a big sigh and rubbed my eyes in exhaustion. “Another day of work.” I mumbled before heading into the bathroom. Hair a mess like I haven’t touched it in weeks, lips chapped but who the fuck uses chapstick? It don’t work!! So tired of the false advertisement bullshit. I just stared at myself in the mirror, wondering why I look the way I do. After a long pause once again I catch myself zoning out. Okay okay you say he underestimates your speed but then you sit here and stare at yourself for a few minutes? I need to hurry my ass up. I started doing my hair and brushing my teeth. My dad knocking at my door again as if I’m taking years. “Nabi It’s 7:37! You need to eat breakfast before going to work!” He called out. “I’m coming!” I yelled. Which I was lying like a bitch I wasn’t close to being ready at all. I just quickly threw up my hair in a high pony, put on some light make up, and rushed into my room to get dressed. I grabbed my dark red button up shirt, silky black skirt, and my long red hair bow. My skirt down to my knees, I hate wearing it because it’s so tight! Like do you not have my size? As tiny as I am! I groaned in frustration Putting on my black high heels. i hurried over to my bedroom door hoping i wouldnt slip in these heels. The smell of sweet breakfast hit my face i knew it had to be moms doing. She always make her food sweet. i unlocked my door and headed down stairs. Meeting the eyes of my mom I knew she was upset with how late I’m coming down for breakfast. All she had to do is give me that look and I couldn’t make anymore eye contact. My mother is way more strict about being late than my dad. she just looked away from me as i walked over to the dining room table. i just dont understand why she takes it so seriously? sitting down i realize she made Hobakjuk! its one of my favorites. i took my first bite, it just melted in my mouth. This is something i feel could never get old. its flavor is perfectly combined, sweet, nutty, and velvety. I wish she could make it more often but shes been busy with work. we all have. before i even realized it, i already finished my hobakjuk.. its so good i forgot to cherish it. checking my phone for the time i realize its 7:56! i need to get going asap.

I hoped up out of my seat, hitting my knee on the table. “Fuck!-“ I yelped. I always end up hurting myself some how. my mom and dad was just staring at me I knew I slipped up. i grabbed my things and made my way to the front door. My knee hurt so bad, it’s not even funny but I had to play it off. I don’t want them worrying about me. I only bumped my leg anyway it’s nothing major. I mean I’m 19 now but they still treat me like a fragile baby. I opened up the front door, making my way to the car. My dad following behind me, breaking the silence “you know your cutting it close, you need to start getting up earlier!” He declared. I just sighed and shook my head, I knew he was right but it just aches me hearing it. he doesn’t understand how hard it is for me to get out of bed everyday! let alone going to work. I get inside the car, staying silent the whole ride. Staring out the window at all the buildings. Enjoying the beautiful lighting of them all. I love seeing things and loving things differently. Not everyday does someone look at a building and just cherish it but I do.. Again, here I am trapped in my head. we’re almost there..? Jesus it’s like we just left home, it’s already been 15 minutes? As my dad pulled up to the cafe my stomach knotted like I was going to be sick. No matter how many times i go to work I always get nervous.