Mari would fabricate a goal at the beginning of each year, then immediately forget about it. However, it was 2020, a fresh decade, and Mari swore to achieve her resolution: to persevere. Vague, but uncomplicated, right?
Then it came. Mari couldn’t waitress or run outside. She looked after her son twenty-four/seven. Persevere. Mari combed the internet for jobs, jump-roped, and faithfully tried to explain the art of subtraction.
Her trembling hands dropped the phone when Mama whispered, “I’m infected.” Mari picked her phone back up. Persevere.
She wrote her job application and the tear-stained obituary with the same pen. Persevere.