Single parent woes and a cute African kid

Date: 11/17/2016

I was walking around a shopping mall with my friend Robee, eating fish and chips and talking about the challenges of being single mothers. Next scene; I bumped into someone from my past - a woman called Christine (my cousin's mother) She was telling me how hard it was for her back in the day being a working mum, travelling from London each day and not getting home until late. "I don't work!" I replied, a feeling of shame washing over me. Suddenly, I realised that I had forgotten to meet my mum in our usual meeting place in town. However, I caught her walking around looking for me. "I'm sorry I'm late!" I told her. "I was chatting to Christine!" I could tell she was disappointed. "You were meant to meet me HOURS ago!" She muttered. Next scene; Mat and I were buying things for a night in together (from Lidl - of all places!) A bottle of wine and some nibbles, but when we got home he had fallen asleep and I got annoyed "So much for spending time together!" I thought. So I invited some friends over instead - Kylie and Alex. We were playing this strange game which involved lots of little chocolate bars - but when Mat woke up, he kept glaring over at us and I couldn't fully enjoy the game. Next scene; I was looking at my naked body in the mirror to find that I didn't have an ounce of fat on me. I also had some sort of bizarre carving on the skin around my neck. I traced my fingers over it but it didn't seem to phase me. I felt pleased with my progress but disappointed that my belly button had shrunk to the size of a pin prick. Next scene; I was riding in the backseat of a car. There were three black men (who looked gangster!) and a very cute African boy (must have been around 2 years old) the boy was being passed among the men and mistreated. As he was lifted onto the lap of a man sat in the front seat, he wet himself and the guy threw him back into the back onto another guy's lap. "Gross!" He said, throwing him down on the floor. I reached over to console him, but he looked at me and said "I want booby!" I saw a gone-off bottle of milk on the floor of the car but realised I couldn't offer him any milk. "What do I do?" I pondered, looking at the boys sad face.