The only place I ever felt at ease was outside that house. It was a huge cage. I wished it were a pretty cage, but it was a fire that never went out. Money was the only word that could unlock that door and let me out—even for a short time.
When I wake up, the bright light that slices through my dull, ruined window always sparks a tiny hope. Maybe today, good things will finally happen?
I rush to brush my teeth and get dressed before my father wakes up. It's safer for me, and frankly, better for him too. I go straight to work without eating. I tell myself I don't need breakfast; the less I consume, the more money I can save for this house.
I work at a small bar quite far from home. The commute is long, but I like the journey, and the manager is incredibly kind. She's worked here for over 37 years—she's old, yes, but wonderfully warm.
"Riley, why are you always so early?" the manager asked as I approached the closed bar while she was unlocking the door. She smiled softly "Do you miss us that much?"
Maya, the manager's daughter, was already inside, setting up chairs. She winked at me. "Yes, I think she did miss us!" Maya called out.
My cheeks immediately went red.
"I'll help with the chairs and the setup" I added quickly, desperate to change the focus.