Chapter 1

 I wake up to nothing; another blind day. My father says he's doing everything he can to find options, but we both know the only option left is surgery, and that's not going to happen. We couldn't possibly afford it; not sense mom died.

        Grandfather says he's going to get a loan. He swears up and down he'll get one. Grandfather has a bad memory. He's already asked the bank; they've already declined him. Twice. But we don't tell him that because he just gets mad over and over again. So I leave it alone.

        Father taps my hand twice. “Good morning.” He says.

        “Good morning.” It is not a good morning. No morning is ever good. But saying it will please him, so I say it. 

        “Grandfather is going to the bank today.” He sighs. “I tried to stop him but...” He trails off. We both know how that sentence ends. “Anyway, let's get going. You have school today.” 

        I sigh. School. I have my own personal helper. Her name is Ms.Dillinger. She leads me around. I'm very close to remembering the twists and turns of the hallway, the distance between doors, and I'll soon be able to walk on my own. 

        I stand and walk to my dresser. I do not have to wonder if Father is looking. I know he is not, so I grab my clothes and change. “Does this match?” I ask. “Or did Grandfather choose these?”

        I hear the floorboards groan as Father turns.“I put them out last night.” He says. “They match.”

        “Thank you.” I say. 

        There is a pause, in which I am sure he is nodding. Then he catches himself. “No problem.” He says.

        I hold out my hand. “I'm ready.”

        He grasps it, and we walk downstairs together.

 

Author's Note

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[Cassandra D.]

This is a good chapter, but on the preface, you've mentioned that the narrator's mother wasn't dead...