Errands. Errands. Errands.
How many of those had her mother run? At this point, they seemed to be just excessive.
Joyce closed her eyes and relaxed slightly. The moment she thought of her mother, she could think of nothing, but the face she had before dying. It looks like someone has sucked the life out of her.
It was hard. But she felt like it was harder on her rather than everyone else, because she had been the one who had been in the room, and constantly watched as the life drained out of her mother.
Cancer was a bitch.
Though, How was it that her mother was over-seeing everything inside the house? Also, how the hell did her house have so many errands that needed to be completed?
She once again glanced at the list that had been prepared by her mother, a lot of things were yet left. It was like her mother had planned everything.
