Wake up, Mama.” Emma stood back and huffed, hands on her hips and her lips twisted in disgust. The house was a mess…again. The bedroom smelled musty and dirty dishes and used glasses littered the top of the bedside.

“Leave her,” Kirra said, coming into the bedroom. “She was crying all night.”

Emma forced the anger down and turned to her sister. Kirra looked resigned as she stared at their sleeping mother. Emma felt the familiar guilt tug at her consciousness but she didn’t have time to give in to it. She started her new job today and she refused to be late.

“Are you ready to go?”

Kirra nodded....