Drops of
blood fall on the table
She puts
the needle and fabric down, and puts on a band-aide
Her
third one for the night
It’s
late
She’s
practically seeing double
Stopping
isn’t an option
Her
daughter needs the dress for her recital in the morning
She’s a
mother
Her job
is to insure her daughter has all she needs
She’ll
be thanked for the dress
Not the
time
She
looks at the clock, 1:00am
Eight
more hours till the recital
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