The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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For this memory, I interviewed my grandmother. She was a hardworking woman. She told me about the years that she worked full time and took college classes all while taking care of her two sons.

It was six in the morning and Sarah was already out of bed. She flicked on the lights and walked down the hall to her sons’ room.

“Tyrone. Gregory. It’s time to wake up!”

“Good morning mommy” Gregory said as he rubbed the crust from his eyes. A low “Good morning ma” mumbled from underneath of Tyrone’s covers.

“Hi babies. Get up and brush your teeth and wash your face please.”

After waking them she’d make them breakfast and make sure they were ready for school. Once they caught the bus, she got herself ready and was off to work.

It had been a long day at work, but it wasn’t the end of her day. She walked out of her job, heels clicking on the pavement as she headed towards her car. Sarah was ready to go home to her two boys and relax for the rest of the evening but, she couldn’t. Statistics awaited her at the University of Baltimore Maryland.

            It was her fifth year of college, but she knew it was just the beginning. Being a single mother with two kids and a full-time job, she was only able take one class per semester. Despite the one class meeting two nights out of the week, more than that was too much for her to handle. She unlocked the car door to her red Saturn and hopped in.

            Today, she got lucky. Sarah found out spot right in front of the building she has class in. Usually, she’d have to park on the other side of campus and take a fifteen walk. Before she got out, she pulled her spare pair of flats from the back seat, swapped them for her heels and now she was ready for class. She hopped out the car, locked it, and pulled the handle like always, just to be safe.

            An hour and a half later class was over. Sarah put all her notebooks and pens into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. It was eight o’clock and all she could think about during class was going home and laying her head on her pillow. She said a few goodbyes to her classmates then sped walked to the front of the building. As she opened the building door she looked up to the mostly empty parking lot. “Hm, that’s strange” she thought. She thought she had parked right in front of the building today. “Maybe I didn’t”. The drive to class from work played over and over again in her head. She had parked right in front of the building for sure. The only conclusion she could come to was that someone stole her car. Again. 

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For this memory, I interviewed my grandmother. She was a hardworking woman. She told me about the years that she worked full time and took college classes all while taking care of her two sons.

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Recorded by Taylor Brice on December 7, 2018
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