Hannah pulled into her driveway after a long morning of completing job applications. She’d applied for a job everywhere from retail to burger shacks, she was determined to find another, refusing to sit around all summer doing nothing.
“Hey, how’d the job search go?” Hannah’s mother asked looking up from her lunch.
“All right, I hope.”
“Well just remember how important this job is to us Hannah. You know we need every bit of money we can find, and your little incident in your car last night isn’t gonna help anything. Tires aren’t cheap you know.”
“I know mom! I applied for jobs all over the city, what more do you want from me?” Hannah yelled.
“Well maybe if you thought to do your job as a waitress you wouldn’t be in this mess.” The woman glared at Hannah.
“I can’t take this. I just can’t take this. I’ll be back later.” Hannah grabbed her purse and went back to her car. With everything that was going on in her life certainly the last thing she needed as an argument with her mother. It had been many weeks since her father’s death, but it seemed like her mom was just getting worse. Upon his death, Hannah’s mother was unusually calm and collected, but now she dwindles her evenings away with the bottle. Hannah knew there was a problem, but refused to come to terms with it. Instead of helping her mother cope with her father’s death, Hannah just cleaned up the empty bottles from around the house and bleached the vomit stained towels.