Grandma is thinking about
moving. We’ve still got to pay off a lot of Mom’s medical bills. Her life
insurance helped a bunch, but cancer is an expensive thing to fight. Now that
dad’s in the hospital and not working any time in the foreseeable future,
things are only going to get worse from here on out.
I don’t want to go back into
that room, but we have to clean it up if we even want to think about selling
the house. I couldn’t ask my grandma to do that all on her own, so it’s up to
me. It’s also starting to look like I’ll have to pick up a part-time job to
ease the burden a bit. In all honesty, I don’t mind that as much as cleaning up
dad’s room.
But to actually get a job and
keep it, I’ll probably have to do some more hiding and avoiding who I am.
I wonder who that is, exactly.
Am I really Archimedes, or am I someone else constructed by the eyes of others?
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