The Day My Routine Was Disrupted by Small Green Balls Hidden in My Toilet Paper Roll

As the meeting day approaches, anxiety fills my mind.

I prepare myself for another round of dismissal.

The green balls have become a symbol of my struggle.

My sister asks if I’ll be home for dinner.

“I’m not sure,” I reply, glancing at my phone.

She gives me a reassuring smile.

It’s a small comfort in the midst of chaos.

The store looms large, an impersonal place now.

Once a source of routine, now a source of stress.

I can’t help but wonder about the green balls.