Everything was okay and everything was going according to the plan. The people in her family were slowly grieving the loss of her mother, but they were doing it on time. No one was doing it in front of her and the hollow was somewhat fulfilled.
Joyce had come up with a make shift of a timetable. In the evening, she would pick up a few classes that were online and by various colleges that were certifiable. Since the next semester had already started, she could only get admission next year so she had six months to go by.
The current course that she had enrolled in, was going to add more credit to her degree after which, she knew she was going to pursue research.
Everything was going according to the plan that she had crafted right after the third night of her mothers demise when she had been unable to sleep.
