Her eyes were tired and blurry. But she really wanted to finish her evening reading. It was important to her to read as much of she could to be prepared for tomorrow. To be alert, ironically enough, for what hardship the day was bound to bring.
She grabbed the glasses. Not hers. But her mother’s. The last remaining bit. She put on her mother’s glasses and saw even less than before. She was tired from wondering whether life had passed her by. She wanted freedom but didn’t know how to get it. She needed to see life through the lens of another so that she could break free. Tomorrow would be key. Tomorrow she would see.