Eleanore Muse
The old man before me knew my mother. My mother and I had a very complicated relationship. She and I barely met eye to eye. She was always focused on working and making ends meet month after month. We were always tight on money. My father died in a car crash, leaving me alone to take care of me.
The house we lived in was a beautiful home. I was sure my father had enough means to provide for us, but that accident raned it all. My mother devoted her life to work and trying to make her way. I saw the importance of a higher education and not only becoming a trophy wife, and life passed by just like that.
My mother complaining about the card life dealt her, while I tried to make my way around the world. I studied hard, focused on getting the perfect grades so I could get a sc
