Martha's POV"Any luck?" The cherry desperate voice of my mother welcomed me as I stepped foot into our bland small apartment. Exhausted from the futile job hunt, I did not fail to notice the house was in order. Everything was in order unlike it usually was. Nothing was broken or turned upside down. They didn't come today.I noticed the center console in the living room was clear of it's usual decoration of papers; Electricity bills, Lawma bills, Cleaning bills and much more.The TV and cable decoder remotes were the only things present on the table and my mother's clean feet in a relaxing posture."I told you they'd give up,” I said shutting the door behind me. My mom looked at me in confusion like I had spoke a foreign language. Her brown eyes scanned the apartment, the clear skin on her forehead furrowed to under
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