Priorities

 Response to #67: Opening Lines

Who doesn't know what I'm talkin' about? 

Who's never left home, whose never struck out

To find a dream and a life of their own... 

-The Chicks

Twenty dollars. She had her long locks tied up in a messy bun, a baby on her hip, and a twenty dollar bill in her back pocket. The auto slide doors opened and she inhaled a waft of fresh sweet baked goods in the air as she stepped inside. How in the world would she feed her little family of three for a week on twenty bucks? It's not that she was unhappy, or even that she had no one to turn to for help. But she was an adult now. A wife. Most importantly, a mom. She would figure this one out on her own. Seventy-nine cent boxes of spaghetti go a long way when you need formula and cereal for a healthy growing baby. And a half a pound of chicken can last several meals if you cut it up small and toss it with said spaghetti. Time, place, priorities. Everything is relative. I haven't had spaghetti in almost 5 years.