Ben is quiet
tonight, more so than usual.
Mom hardly notices, and he does not blame her.
She’s always tired when she gets home late every day
from her second job.
Busying himself with homework
at the dining table, some people chattering on TV
in the background,
out of a corner of his eyes
he sees his mother folding laundry
looking much older than she really is.
He takes a deep breath,
for the umpteenth time
wondering what to say to Mrs. Brown
in the morning,
when he shows up in class
without the money
to pay for the field trip tomorrow.
For #WhisperingNeds 93, “money”.
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