Chapter 1
Work is my saviour, my safe place. When I am at work I am just Amy. I am not emotional wreck Amy, Not addict in Treatment Amy, not single mom Amy. I am just Amy-the friendly lady who cuts and styles peoples hair. I love my job.
Today was going well, chatting with an older woman, Pam. We had time, I was setting her perm. She asked about my family, so I started telling my favorite Alexa stories. As a 4 year old she is both exciting and exhausting. She sees the world as all hers for the exploring. One of my favorite attributes is when we are in our neighborhood. She looks at everyone looking for a friend. I have my tunnel vision in full effect hoping for no interruptions when she shouts “look mommy it’s Rosa” or whoever we know crossing our path. I get brought back to her reality and have a nice visit, that I would have missed. My customer mentioned how she misses her grandchildren. Her son got separated and the children are with their mother. My heart broke for her. I got out my phone and we shared photos.
The day has finished at my job, not too bad. I did 12 cuts, one die job, and tips were really good. Time to pick up Alexa and get some dinner. She loves her TV time, her cat, and to talk. She chatted the night away with stories about her day then suddenly it was time for Alexa to go to bed. We crawl under the covers together, read and chat, and drift off to sleep. I wake up early in the morning sick to my stomach, and the daily routine all starts again.
