Captain Mom's Log: Week 1: Day 3

Hours. Minutes. Seconds. What are they? Time stretches and I can feel my skin shedding and growing.
"Moooommmm. I don't get it," whines a voice from the other room.
Skin stretching and shrinking. Time ticking and growing.
"I need heeeeeelp."
I am nothing. I am everything. I am time.
Tick. Tick. Taps a pencil on a distant desk. Tick. Tick. Tick. It speeds up, growing with impatience as time slows down. Suddenly the voice is in my bubble.
I look up to see the face of youth. Expectant. Impatient. Eager.
"I don't get this math question."
"What does it say?"
"How are addition and subtraction related?"
How is anything related?
"This is your math work for today?"
"Yeah. What does it mean?"
What does anything mean?
"Let's have a cookie break."
Time turns to cookie crumbs and all is well.



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