the job

My mom and I are staying at a hotel. We are going out to look for a job. My mom is driving me in a nice van. But she is sick. She is having stomach craps and about to have diarrhea.

We go back to the hotel. In the parking garage of the hotel is full of homeless people, waiting for work.

There was an assignment from the hotel; a shipment of new silverware came. We were open all the boxes and sort. There were a few workers working a little too fast trying to prove they are good workers. But there isn’t enough work for everyone and for 8 hours.

I was having trouble sorting and keeping the silverware in a neat way.

I gave up. That is were my dream ended.

 I don’t know what happened to my mom.

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