Abby considered herself and her family lucky for not having been affected by the storm, but not all those she knew were as fortunate. The clinic in which she volunteered had informed her of supplies that would be useful to those temporarily residing there, hooking her up with other volunteers across the city to get those delivered. She’d just gotten one of the many packages into the back of delivery truck, and was about to pick up another bigger one but it proved to be a tad too heavy for her alone. A couple of years ago she would’ve been too prideful to ask for help, needing to prove herself as strong enough to handle everything on her own, but since then she’d learn to rely on people around her.Â
Assuming that the person a couple of feet away from her was one of the volunteers too, she addressed them for assistance “Hey, would you mind lending me a hand here? I think I’ve skipped arm day one too many days.” she chuckled, using the back of her forearm to wipe off the beading sweat on her forehead. God, she hoped she put a deodorant on before leaving the house. And that she turned the stove off. And the straightening iron. Fuck, did she even lock the place?
