I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

I found a job.
I work at a Wendy’s a couple blocks away.
I know, typical.

It’ll do, for now.
Hopefully what I earn there plus whatever I have in my savings account will be enough for a small apartment.
I can’t believe they’re actually kicking me out.

Reynolds hasn’t called back.
It’s been two weeks.

I’m so worried about him.
I’m going to call back tomorrow, maybe the girl forgot to tell him I called.

I’m praying that’s all it is.
I don’t think I could handle it if anything bad happened to him.
It would break me.

Well, it’s almost time for work.
Handing greasy burgers to obese customers: I’m living the goddamn dream.

As I walk out, Mom waddles up to me quickly, breathing hard.
That baby could pop out any second.

I think my water just broke.
Oh, cruel irony.
And Dad’s on a business trip on a whole different continent...

Even if he gets on the very next flight, there’s no way he would make it in time.

Shit.

I have to get my mother through labor.