Escaping the Mafia Boss.

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my nostrils. I dump my bag on the old, worn out couch in the living room and make my way towards the ki

e hurries into the kitchen and her face morphs into a grave expression as she stares at

im" I state and begin makin

ince we haven't had anything all day" Kim begs. She is on the brink of tears. Her tone

u haven't eaten all d

ly. "What do we do?" Her tone is desperate

ore eggs. Mom doesn't hav

in a tone which shows that

at my workplace. I flip through the notes in my bag and produce five dollars which I ha

om me and hurries out of the house to get the eggs. My

sed to be roommates until our mother asked Kim to move into her room with her. She sort of felt t

ith water and proceed to have my bath. We do not have the luxury of a shower because we could not af

air to the back of my head. My family's situation bothers me all the time and it is one of those thi

s but after… The sound of doors opening alerted me. Quickly, I get out of the towel, walk to the small closet where my clot

n I get to the fo

e my way towards the kitchen but stop quickly when I recollect that there are burnt eggs on the c

on to me. My mother's eyes find my face and the dis

sister made

rap my arms around her shoulders and place my

sn't,

heaves a sigh and

sn't seem to realiz

laugh escapes her lips.

the bin where she trashes the burnt eggs and drops the pan

ake off. I am the kind of person who believes in working my ass o

at'

break," I inform. She nods in understanding and

ha

e offered to increase my pay if I agree

uldn't sell yourself short for money. I'm glad you

another though. My prese

in agreement but I am uncertain. Things are getting harder by the day an

r a run" I inform and walk out of t