Mother's Little Helper (2)
They had no clue that Betty’s morning started before the dew collected on her family’s perfectly manicured lawn. A half-full glass of water waited for Betty and her little helpers: A little orange pill that kept the monsters away, a white one that made her at ease in social situations, and a light blue pill to stop her heart from pounding wildly and her hands from shaking. She found the perfect combination to get her through her days.
When things would get to her all she needed to do was take her yellow pill and go to sleep. It was what made her the ideal wife and mother, sitting in the medicine cabinet.
Betty brushed her hair and smiled as she walked to the kitchen to make her family breakfast.