{"sf1_id":1977255,"sf2_id":"Rm0Xg3Zm","title":"Sundays...","author":"MyOwnParasite","words":51,"posted_at":"2023-04-17T16:20:00.000Z","tags":["Depression","Family","Poetry","Pressure","Real Life","Struggle","Sundays","duty","honor","non-fiction","work"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1977255-sundays","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0Xg3Zm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1e/50/1e507d28-880e-40c2-b8a5-598594ee6245","description":"#17 of Poetry, both old and new\n\nI work at my grandmother's restaurant in Houston every weekend. At 71, she puts on a brave face at work, but when she gets home, she always needs a cane to walk... so I put on my best smile, help the customers, say \"What can I do for you, sir?\" Or \"Can I help you with your plates?\" As I wash dishes, fill the soda fountain, and keep her dream running clean. But at the end of every Sunday, I want nothing more than to collapse into my couch with Ford, my 14 year old Labrador...","content":"Tired...\n\nMy eyes burn,\n\nMy lungs ache...\n\nThe sun wakes me\n\nThrough the\n\nWindows.\n\nDress myself\n\nWash my face,\n\nIt's time to endure\n\nAnother day...\n\nAnother rush\n\nAt the restaurant,\n\nPut on a smile,\n\nAnd pretend it's\n\nOkay...\n\nBut I can't do this\n\nFor much longer,\n\nMy longest day\n\nIs Sunday...\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry, both old and new","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1977157-suffering.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1977410-tomorrow.json"}}