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Odessa Sinclair did not see her life as one big accomplishment nor did she see it as a failure.
She just thought it was meh.
Nothing bad nor good happened since it was all just neutral.
Sure, she graduated from culinary school with good grades and all, but her life was normal as any others because there was the bad and the good. She grew up relatively normal, but her memories were fucking up lately for some odd reason and she didn't remember as much as she used to. It was strange. Odessa stared at herself in the mirror with a small smile that she promised to have on her face everyday because she always wanted to start her days with some positivity. That's what her mother always said; greet the world with a smile.
Odessa was quiet as she applied her lip gloss to her curled up lips and she got ready for her day. Work and more work where her skin would break out in a sweat because she would rush around the small kitchen of The Original Beef of Chicagoland. She stuffed her apron into her tote bag and she left her apartment with change in her pocket so she could pay the fare for the city bus.
She wouldn't think her life was that strange at all. Things happen, so what? It wasn't like the whole world was going to explode.
"Papá." Odessa called out as she turned the knob of the front door and she walked inside her parents house before hearing the click of the lock. Her father must've been awake or asleep, but it was hard to tell since he had an off and on schedule that ran all over the place. She took a quick look at his calendar that was jotted down by the nurse that cared for him around the clock. It came out of her paycheck too, but Odessa didn't mind since her father desperately needed the money more than her and it kept him alive.
Odessa stood in the archway of the lonely bedroom, hearing the beeping from his heart monitor go off, and his eyes fell closed. On the wall, the Star of David symbol was mounted and gleaming in all of its glory underneath the morning sunlight.
She sighed as she placed her tote bag onto the armchair seated in the corner of the room and she fixed any of his rumpled bedsheets. "I hope Cinza will get here early. I gotta head to work, so..I'll just stay here until she does come, okay?"
Silence met her answer.
"Okay."
The brunette sighed softly as she picked up her tote bag and she sat back in the uncomfortable arm chair, hearing the wood squeak underneath her weight. Odessa watched her father's chest steadily rise then fall with each slow, raspy breath he took and she was worried. Around one or two years ago, her father, Atticus, had a horrible stroke that left him bedridden and close to death.
