September 19th – Hollywood Talent Talent Agency is hosting a new talent search today at 12 PM sharp. Grab your headshots and résumés and make your way down to their office building for this once in a lifetime opportunity. Make sure you dress to impress…you do want to be taken seriously, right? 


Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I went over to Charlie’s to have breakfast with him and the boys before they went off to preschool. Luckily, Charlie lived in the same building as I did…he was only a floor below me, which made things a lot easier for me, seeing as I didn’t own a car.

“You look pretty, mama.” Philip, my four year old, says as I let myself into Charlie’s place, smiling as he shoves another forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

“Pretty, mama.” Henry, my two year old, repeats, mimicking his brother. “Pretty, mama.”

“Why thank you, boys.” I smile, giving Charlie a quick wave as I join everyone at the kitchen table. “Mama has a job interview today.”

“Oh, you do? Where?” Charlie asks as he sets a plate of pancakes down in front of me, raising an eyebrow. “Do you need the car?” Charlie owned a car, and he sometimes let me use it if I asked nicely. Otherwise, I was stuck taking the bus.

“The talent agency is holding a casting call.” I say simply, looking down at the pancakes. I wasn’t very hungry, but I knew I should eat…so I take a small bite, chewing it slowly. “And yes?”

“Di, why didn’t you ask earlier? I need the car today…” He says with a heavy sigh, obviously trying not to raise his voice in front of the boys.

“I’m sorry, Charlie…I just found out yesterday.” I say softly, sighing as well. “It’s fine, I can just take the bus.”

“No, no….I can drop you off after we take the boys to preschool, okay? Will that work?”

I nod, feeling myself smile the tiniest bit as I look up at Charlie. “That would be perfect. Thank you.”

Charlie nods, looking over at Philip and Henry. “Now come on you two, time to wash up and brush your teeth while mama finishes her breakfast.” He says, laughing as they run away from the table. 

“Hey, Charlie?” I ask as he gets up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, Di?” He asks back, studying my face.

“Thanks…for everything.” I say softly, nodding.

“No problem.” He smiles, planting a quick kiss on the top of my head before he starts to walk away. “Finish up, oaky?”

“Yeah, okay.” I smile to myself as I finish up my breakfast, making sure to not get syrup anywhere as I eat. 

It was mornings like these that kept me going, that made me think that there was still hope for my little family. And maybe there was…only time would tell.

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