It was another Sunday morning. Well, you can’t say hell, it’s church morning.

Except … it’s 4 AM in the damn morning, and the entire Valeria had to wake up to the sound of her mother sweeping the floors while there’s loud-ass Hispanic music playing, and her dad making random gagging sounds getting ready in the bathroom.

She saw you staring at her blankly, frog blinking. You were obviously not ready for the day and were tired.

“I feel you.” Valeria looked at you, and you just nodded wearily, making her giggle.