: About Me

A hand on my shoulder gently shakes me awake. I struggle with my eyelids, and when they finally open, I see my dad with an urgent look on his face. Its 7:26, he say s, and I sit up to show that I’m awake. My dad, satisfied, rushes downstairs. With him gone, I fall back on my soft, warm pillow, and tell myself, 2 more minutes. Just 2. From downstairs, I vaguely hear my mother asking if I’m up yet. The words don’t penetrate my grogginess, and seconds later, I’m asleep again. My eyes snap open to the sound of my mother’s yells at me, and when I glance at the cloc...