"There's been a shooting, the shooter got away and they have no idea who it is along 54 people dead"

She continued watching the tv, her face held no emotion for the incident and frankly, neither did mine. It's not like I don't care it's just that, when the same thing happens over and over again you just become indifferent, monotone, no longer caring about the things going on around you. 2016 is a bad year, everything just started going downhill violence is everywhere and everyone was on high alert. I always compared it to how depressed people are, they just block out the good and let in the bad in hoping for it to help them.

"Dinners in the freezer, get some for Aisling"

Her voice shook me out of my trace and I snapped my head up.

"Uh,sure, yeah,come on Ashy lets get dinner"

Ashy is my nickname for Aisling, it's just a little something to remind her that I'm okay and that everything is going to be alright.

"Can we have a steak one?"

"If we have one"

"Yay!"
Aisling reminds me of myself when I was younger. How I delighted in the small things like a new accessory for a doll or not missing any problems on my math homework. I give her a sad smile and wish I could give her more, more than frozen TV dinners, more than a untidy house, more of a mother, more than this.
I took her hand and took her to the kitchen and opened the freezer. We needed a new one, this one barely kept any cold in.

"Look what I got!" I said and held up and Salisbury steak dinner up in the air.

"Yay!" She yells and bouncing up and down.

I laugh at her at her antics again. I will never understand why she loves those things so much.
I pop it In the microwave and Aisling hops on a stool and swings her legs humming a catchy song that she learned at school as she waits.
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round.
I survey the scene around me, the kitchen is an absolute wreck. Ingredients still out from a week ago when Aisling and me made cookies, a rare time when we could actually afford the supplies. The dishes were piled high, I dont even remember the last time someone did dishes. I should probably start them now.
I pick up a frying pan and start to wipe down the bottom of it. As I wiped the residue off  I looked at myself in the reflective bottom. I looked totally exhausted. My job as waitress at an understaffed diner definitely keep me tired. My long black hair was riddled with small twigs and leaves from running in the woods. I carefully picked each one of them out.
*Bang!*
The frying pan clattered to the ground.
Not again.