It was a hard two weeks away from home, but it was her first job as a mother.
How else would she get to the doctor’s if her husband was still at work
earning the funds they would soon need more than ever they had before?
The studying brought back memories of university and the cramming
the difficult exams required of her, poring over texts late into the next morning;
the prefecture had a higher fail rate than most, but that only fueled her determination.
When the time came, she would buckle down and pass with a breeze,
but until then it was a long two weeks of practice, quizzes, lectures,
and the smell of an unfamiliar hotel room downtown–a hard two weeks away from home.