Hi, everyone!
I had started this months ago, and it's time that it turned into something more.
This story gives a pre-show glimpse into the thought lives of the characters of "Broke". Enjoy!
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Jackie's Thoughts
I am not the world's greatest mom.
But I'm the only one my kid Sammy - who IS the world's greatest kid without a question - has, so I try not to screw it up any more than possible. It includes a lot of creativity, craziness, and shouted affirmations of love, but we get by.
He's been all I've had for years. Ever since Sammy was five. But it's been okay. It was fine. If I ever daydreamed about being a normal family, it was for Sammy. He deserves all the best. Like, my mom's dead so that can be a little hard when I don't have anyone to ask for parenting advice or all the mother/daughter stuff that comes up. And Dad's in jail so ... yeah, he's not in charge of the family barbecue. So Sammy doesn't have any grandparents (and let's just say, once and for all, that his dad is unreliable, self-centered, and awful ... let's stop before I start saying things that would need to be written in asterisks; and for the record, the "father's" parents aren't involved with Sammy to any real degree either). Parents and grandparents aren't everything. Lots of other families have siblings and aunts and uncles. Well, giving Sammy a sibling's out of the picture. Like, I'm a busy mom just with him! When would I have time to get out there and meet the father? (Because a full sibling is completely out of the question!) And aunts and uncles ...
I used to have a sister. Lizzy. We were pretty close. We needed to be, growing up. Life was tough. But Lizzy was there, always someone I could depend on.
Until she fell in love, got married, got rich, and eventually got ... gone.
Sometimes I wish that she was still around - something more substantial than the pricey Christmas cards.
Sammy's got an Aunt Hoity and Uncle Toity.
It doesn't matter to me. Not at all. Not really.
Maybe just a little.
For Sammy, you know. Not for me. I might have needed her back when we were kids. I don't need her now.
But once in a blue moon on the rare chance when I have a second between folding laundry and microwaving oatmeal and taking him to soccer practice and working two jobs ... occasionally I missed having her in my life.
She was my sister.