The rain has turned into snow.
For Spiky's hands the cold is their foe.
It's difficult to wrap her hands
Around a 2x4.
She runs into the tiny home
Where there is a heater on the floor.
Her dad works hard.
The family has gotten pretty far.
They build the bones, the walls
And put in styrofoam.
With the sidings it's starting to look like home.
Because they work everyday,
Spiky had to quit babysitting.
The 7 year old and Spiky,
Sadly can no longer play.
Throughout the day there is so much to do.
Though at the same time things moved slowly.
Spiky wants this home finished wholly
And as quickly as possible.
But they can't control everything, thus it wasn't plausible.
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To be a Straw Hat
PoésieA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
