Have ta keep working while we talk, ‘k? My sister’s comin’ around from the other direction. We race and I don’t want her to beat me again this time. My Mom and the twins are prepping for us; she kneads together the ingredients and the twins polish. Don’t know how she watches those two and gets anything done. She’s amazing, ya know; she’s the school lunch lady during the week and takes in ironing on the weekend. Sis and I cut grass and do odd jobs. Whatever we’re doing, though, we all meet here as soon as real dark sets in. We’re a family; we pull together. We get by, but it isn’t easy, you know. What’s that? Why doesn’t my dad help? He was conscripted. He was a good, hard-worker until they drafted him to fight the Galactic Empire. He’s home now; sent him home early on account of his injuries. He got hit by mentality-agents on his first campaign. All he does is sit with his eyes rolled up toward the sky like he’s countin’ stars.
Photographer/designer unknown. I’ve only been able to trace it to various Pinterest sites. I wrote this based on this image when it was used as a writer’s prompt by writerslife.org – Vera