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Left alone with three children and desperately struggling with the lack of money, the poor woman hurried to the interview. Seeing an old man with no money at the bus stop, she paid his fare and the next day.....
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Marybeth spent a long time in front of the bathroom mirror, examining her reflection. She felt that she looked much older than the last time she had scrutinized herself so closely. The wrinkles around her eyes had deepened, her nasolabial folds were longer and more pronounced, and gray was starting to show at her temples.
"My God, how terrible!" Marybeth muttered, pulling her face away.
She was shocked at how much she had aged. She wasn't even forty yet, only 38, but she looked 7-10 years older according to her mirror reflection.
"Mom, hurry up! Cheryl needs to use the bathroom." A knock on the door snapped Marybeth back to reality. It was 8 am, and they needed to leave the house at 8:40.
Quickly, she brushed her teeth, rinsed her face, applied cream, and lamented that she didn't have time for a facial mask.
"I never have enough time for myself!" Marybeth thought angrily as she exited the bathroom.
Her children, 16-year-old Stacy, 10-year-old Zachary, and 5-year-old Cheryl, were lined up in the hallway…
"You'd spend a hundred more years in there!" Stacy said rudely, nudging her mother aside and entering the bathroom, pulling her younger sister, Cheryl, by the hand. "Cheryl, let's hurry up, or we'll be late for school. You can thank your mother for this."
"Thank you!" squeaked Cheryl, who seemed unclear about why she was thanking her mother - whether for the potential tardiness or for finally vacating the bathroom.
Marybeth sighed heavily. Every day, communicating with Stacy became increasingly burdensome. Her older teenage daughter had become disrespectful, disregarded Marybeth's opinions, and was always irritated when Marybeth voiced her perspective.
"What would you know about it?" the eldest daughter used to retort, pulling a disgruntled face.
"My dear, I'm not a hundred years old yet, and i haven't been 16 years old for a long time!" Marybeth tried to reason with Stacy, even though she could clearly see that her words had no effect. Stacy only rolled her eyes and made noises of disapproval, making it abundantly clear that she considered her mother's opinions to be of little importance in their household.