"Normal"

Everyone has a different interpretation of what 'normal' is. At its most basic, the meaning of having a normal life would include having a safe place to live, enough food to eat and little to no concern about the possibility of facing injury or death as a result of one's evironment. I do not have a normal life.

In my life, things happen that most people wouldn't even be able to make up if they tried. For example, as unsurprising as it is that the hoard has also taken over my mother's car, the way this affects everything else is unfathomable. She can't park anywhere near the front door of a restaurant, store or relative's house because someone might see what a humiliating state the car is in. She recently spent twenty minutes trying to decide where to park, as well as think of a cover story to explain why we parked so far from where we had agreed to meet my friend and her mother. Thinking of the perfect lie to hide the embarrassing truth is her version of 'normal'.