"Angela!"  My mom yells, jolting me awake from my much needed siesta.

It takes me five minutes and two more calls from my mother to make it downstairs.

"Yes mother?" I say, trying to simultaneously rub the tiredness out of my eyes and the headache from my head.

" I need you to make a run to the grocery store." She says, tossing me what should be a list and some money, which I failed to catch.

"You okay?" She asks while I pick up the fallen items.

" Yes momma. " I say with a small smile and make my way to the door.

Once outside, I take a...