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If this pizza does not arrive quickly...

I gaze out the window of my residence in California. It's exorbitant, and I'm surprised I'm still here. Of course, I share it with my roommate, Abigail. I'm not sure why I'm staring out the window since I can't see anything from up here.

CRASH!

When I turn around, I see the plastic cups on the ground and the twins Harry and Harmony pointing at each other. "Please take the cups and be more cautious next time," I say, rolling my eyes.

They laugh and take the mugs. "Have you seen my graphing calculator, Suzette?" I take a look at Tyson.

"Are you serious?!?" I cross my arms. I promise if you dropped it..."

"...you need to relax." I just misplaced it. When is the pizza going to arrive? You only have this attitude when you're hungry." He interrupts me.

"I don't develop an attitude when I'm hungry," I say under my breath as I roll my eyes at him.

"You do," Tyson protests.

I purposefully knock into his shoulder, more like his hip, since he is a full foot higher than me. He doesn't even move, yet I find myself slightly off balance. He smiles and takes his calculator from his rucksack.

"Ah, I discovered it."

"Good," I murmur.

"I'm not going to get you another one. That cost me an arm and a leg." I'm about to go into the kitchen when I hear the doorbell ring and a knock.

"Food!" I scream and dash to the front door. When I open it, the pizza delivery man says, "Order for Suzette."

I could smell the cheesy goodness wafting from the packaging. I imagined myself taking a slice from the circle and seeing the steam rise into the air, filling the room with its pleasant aroma. "That would be me; I think it was thirty bucks," I said, snapping out of my trance.

I gave the guy thirty-five bucks. "Thank you for the five," he says and walks away. I slam the door shut and yell. "Pizza has arrived!" The next thing I hear is a swarm of feet pounding on the floor and cries of "Finally!" and "Hooray!" I place the pizza on the table and go to the kitchen to get some plates. "Thank God. I'm famished," Abigail exclaims excitedly.

"Me too; I could devour a whole cow," I chuckle.

She stops smiling and turns to face me. "Um, I don't think so." I glance at her and say, 'I'm not serious.' Abigail eats just vegetables. Her passion for animals is beyond my comprehension. Back in Georgia, she has a dog named France. She couldn't bring her to California since it would be too expensive to feed her. I can never forgive Abigail for purchasing a tofu bone to remind France of her. France, poor France.

"Cows should not be eaten," says Abigail.

"But cows taste so nice," Harmony says, looking up at Abigail.

"Shit, you got it right," Tyson said. I whack Tyson on the back of the head.

"Shut it and keep your mouth shut around the kids. Don't even think of touching my pineapple pizza while I go grab the baby." I chastise.

"Anyone in their right mind knows berry on pizza is a crime," Tyson spits as I walk away. Even though he can't see, I roll my eyes and retrieve the baby, Genesis, from the play pen, cooing at her and returning to the kitchen. I take her bottle from the refrigerator and warm it up while carrying out a patch test to ensure it is not too hot for her to drink. Once the temperature is perfect, I sit in the high chair on the island and feed her. I grin and thank Harry as he offers me a plate of food. I smile as I watch everyone eat. Life seems to be going well, yet I feel something is missing. I usually do, although I'm not sure why.

No one in my family is sick, my parents have expenses to pay but are healthy, God and I are best friends, I have a few excellent pals, and I'm in school working hard and passing. However, I get the impression that I am missing something like a gaping hole in my existence. My father often reminds me that being single and looking for a spouse is bad. I often contend that the Bible speaks nothing about a woman finding a spouse. My mother wants grandchildren to pamper, but I dislike children. Jokes on me since I'm caring for four children who aren't mine. I can't seem to fill up that blank. Don't even get me started on the clichéd nonsense about how the missing piece will be the love of my life. People, my life is not a fairytale. I don't want to marry; my major goal is to get my Midwifery degree and work at Emory Hospital in Georgia. I'm nearly through with my education since I double majored and took dual enrollment programs to get my fundamental college coursework like algebra and English out of the way. After which, I plan on getting my own house and paying off my parents' debts. You see, there has been no time to date males, and the one relationship I had ended due to college obligations.

I don't need a guy. What I need is money. Men need me, not vice versa. I look over to the mail pile on the counter and sigh, knowing that somewhere in that mail pile is a bill that must be paid, which makes me very sad. These kids have been through a lot, and I can't bear the notion of them suffering much more.

After everyone has eaten, Abigail and I clean up while the kids get ready for bed. I recycle the plastic plates and store the leftover pizzas in the refrigerator. Abigail cleans the cups as I clean the counter and sweep the floor. "The light bill is due," she sighs. "I loathe adulthood," I moan as well. I reach into my purse for a check, and she offers me a forced grin.

"We'll put your money towards food." I spend any remaining funds on Genesis's requirements. "Everything is OK," I reassure Abigail.

When the phone begins to ring, I go to answer it. "Hello?"

"Good day, Suzette." It's me, Justin, and I'm sorry, but you've been fired. I promise I tried to persuade them to keep you, but they've decided to let you go. I understand why, but it's a dumb explanation."