Aching, Drive, Promises
Here I am waking up in the morning at 7 am. First thoughts that cross my mind, "7 AM?! WHERE IS THE FIRE?!" Well it seems the fire is in the baby possums stomach. The poor dears eat every 4 hours. I feed at 7, 11, 3, 7, 11, 3, 7, 11 ,3. So forth and so on until they are large enough to lap their milk from a bowl. So once the babes are fed, I stumble back into my bed curling up before passing out again. My eyes don't open until 2, automatically I wake up freaking out only to find out that my mother fed them. How the HELL could I ever have a child, if I can not care for 8 damn baby possums. It takes 26 minutes to feed them, how can I possibly handel anything bigger that takes more time. Good thing I am only 15 and my biggest problem is not being able to pass Algebra 2. My title...aching, drive, and promises. My aching is for more...more of anything and everything. I want to be more than a little town girl that can amaze all 300 people in this town. More. My drive is trying to take me there. I drive to become better. Better to be more. So that once those 300 people have seen all of my ordinary items, I have the drive to show them even more. And my promises is to keep that drive, and bring all those around me more. Aching, drive, and promises....my future
~~Jess~~
~~Jess~~