4-Issues At Work

It's been an intense week, everything in my body hurt. Yesterday I fell on oil car. I swear that thing hates me. Everyone laughed except, Chad and Ricardo. Which surprised me.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty." I heard mom's voice.

"Five more minutes, I'm too tired." I mumbled in my sleep.

"Is that a bruise?" She asked while looking at my arm.

I turned around and face her, "yeah, I fell on oil car and hit my arm."

"Working is hard, baby girl."

"Grandpa is filthy rich, I doubt you had to work hard."

"I may not have worked as a secretary, or a mechanic, etc. But you have any idea how long it took me for my story to be a best seller? I kept getting rejected." She told me as I sat straight.

"Not even with grandpa's power?"

"He offered help, buy I declined. I wanted to be successful on my own. And I did. I achieve my goal." She smiled. "Your dad and I know the meaning of working hard. Your brother too. And now it's your turn."

"I miss being a kid." I sighed.

"I remember writing my story, and you