"Skylar, hunny!" Came my mother's sing-song voice billowing out from the front doorway.I lazily got up from my desk, pulling my earphones off and around my neck and sticking my head out of my bedroom's doorway so I could hear and see her, standing there in her pale blue uniform with a white apron on. All ready to head out to work.My mother is a tall petite woman with a fair, even complexion and a pretty but stern featured face. It's her pale copper, wavy hair, cut into a long bob and her light blue eyes that make her stand out and popular amongst the male diner patrons and the envy of the women. It's also those features I inherited from her.She works night shifts at the local 24 hour diner, in town, as a waitress. She could get a much better job, with all the degrees she has, if we had to move to any one of the bigger cities but she's not interested. It's not like we need the money anyway.The father I never knew and don't hear my mother speak of, left us with enough money to put m
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