ADVIL MIGRAINE

When I was 13, I had a babysitting business. I made $90 week one. Ann M. Martin would’ve been proud. I hit up Aladdin’s Castle at the mall like a sultan drunk with power. This went great until I hit my little sister (some babysitter) and my mom made me fork over the rest of the loot. The sultan’s reign had ended as quickly as it’d begun. My mom knew that it was money, not grounding, that would make me cry tears of rage and hold it against her until today which I have. Thus my fitting foray into the world of Advil mixed with horrifyingly awkward babysitting adventures and painful school days. To be fair, my mother is a Taurus and I am a Gemini, so our relationship was screwed from the start.