She's out getting top up cause her phone was out of credit. People have been sending her messages but she hasn't been able to reply any of them. On the way back home she stops at the bakers and gets a loaf of bread. She's been stuck indoors doing work for a while but the world is still as she remembers it.

She walks towards the little alleyway towards her house. She sees the jewelers window in her peripheral vision and her eyes fly wide open. Adrenalin courses through her system as she stops blankly on the sidewalk. What day is it?

Oh hell.

Before she knows it her feet are back in motion. Her fringe dances lightly in the breeze as she half jogs to her building. As always she fumbles with the keys.

Soon the loaf is on the table, forgotten, as she races to her room and revives her laptop with a quick finger across the inbuilt mouse.
She types quickly across the search bar and nearly falls into her chair in relief when the search comes up.

Mother's Day is next Sunday.
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