Catipillar Exhausted, I'm out of energy. As i arrive home, i get out of my mother's car. Still in my dirty, worn out work uniform with shoes that have too many holes in them. Walking through the front door of the place we just moved into. My room, dirty as can be with clothes, makeup, shoes cluttered everywhere. Changing quickly into some night clothes, lay down closing my eyes. Then BAM, it hits me. Growing up, my mother was the type to tell me “Once you're sixteen, your butt needs to find a job”. I finally got a job couple months after I turned sixteen. Not knowing much, but adapting and learning each day from peers. The paychecks came in, but so did the responsibility. My Mom, required me to pay my phone bill and for other expenses i