Wiping under my eyes, I walked acro

Wiping under my eyes, I walked across the parking lot. The Wal-Mart down the street was open. I was going to put some of the money I’d been hoarding toward one of the handheld baskets full of junk food and ice cream. Then I was going to go home and eat until I didn’t care. Then tomorrow . . . well, I didn’t know yet. I was a few feet from my car when I heard my name called.
“Calla?”
My eyes widened and my fingers jerked around the strap of my purse as I spun around, my back to the road, disbelief ringing through me as my gaze darted wildly and landed on the source.
She was standing under the flickering parking lot light. Even in the low light, I could see her washed-out, bottled-blond hair with dark, dark roots, her gaunt face and frame. Clothing was wrinkled. An old T-shirt hung from slim shoulders. Jeans were skintight but billowed out from the knees.
She took a step toward me, and I moved a step back. Her smile was tight and brittle. “Baby . . .”
I couldn’t believe it.
Mom was standing right in front of me, looking strung-out and calling me baby. I was literally rooted to where I stood, absolutely dumbfounded. I didn’t even know what to say to her, because there were a thousand things I wanted to scream at her, but none of those things came out of my mouth.
“Are you okay?” That was what I said.
She opened her mouth, but whatever she said was cut off by a roaring sound, like an engine gunning it. My head jerked and I looked behind me. A four-door car with tinted windows sped into the parking lot, stopping under the sign. A window rolled down on the driver’s side.
Tiny sparks speared into the night.
There was a popping sound.
Mom shouted, and I thought she screamed my name, but there were more popping sounds, like a dozen corks being pulled at once, and more sparks. I dimly realized it was gunfire just as glass exploded all around me. Metal pinged close to me, too close, and my purse slipped out of my fingers as a scream built in my throat.
The sound never left me, because my breath was punched out of me as a strange burn lit up my stomach, sharp and sudden, intense and stealing my breath.
I looked down as I wobbled back, bumping into a Jeep. I thought I heard shouting, but my head was spinning in a funny way. My hands shook as I pressed them against my side. I felt something warm and wet.
“Mom,” I croaked as the bones left my legs. I didn’t remember falling, but the back of my head hurt, but not as bad as my stomach. I was staring up at the sky, but the stars were moving, like they were raining. "Mom?" There was no answer.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Menyeka di bawah mata saya, saya berjalan melintasi lapangan parkir. Wal-Mart di jalan adalah terbuka. Aku akan menaruh beberapa uang yang saya telah penimbunan menuju salah satu keranjang genggam penuh junk food dan es krim. Kemudian aku akan pulang ke rumah dan makan sampai saya tidak peduli. Kemudian besok... well, aku tidak tahu belum. Aku adalah beberapa kaki dari mobil saya ketika mendengar nama saya dipanggil."Calla?"Mata melebar dan jari-jari saya tersentak di sekitar tali tas saya sebagai saya berputar di sekitar, saya kembali ke jalan, kekafiran dering melalui saya sebagai pandangan kecilpun liar dan mendarat di sumber.Dia sedang berdiri di bawah cahaya parkir berkedip. Bahkan dalam cahaya rendah, aku bisa melihat rambut dicuci-Out, pirang botol dengan akar gelap, gelap, wajah kurus dan bingkai. Pakaian berkerut. T-shirt lama tergantung dari bahu ramping. Jins adalah skintight tetapi billowed keluar dari lutut.Ia melangkah ke arahku, dan aku pindah langkah kembali. Senyumnya adalah ketat dan rapuh. "Bayi..."Aku tidak percaya itu.Ibu berdiri tepat di depan saya, melihat strung-out dan menelepon saya bayi. Aku benar-benar berakar untuk mana saya berdiri, benar-benar Bengong. Aku bahkan tidak tahu apa yang harus kukatakan padanya, karena ada ribuan hal-hal yang aku ingin berteriak padanya, tapi tak satu pun dari hal-hal yang keluar dari mulut saya."Apakah Anda baik-baik saja?" Itu adalah apa yang saya katakan.She opened her mouth, but whatever she said was cut off by a roaring sound, like an engine gunning it. My head jerked and I looked behind me. A four-door car with tinted windows sped into the parking lot, stopping under the sign. A window rolled down on the driver’s side.Tiny sparks speared into the night.There was a popping sound.Mom shouted, and I thought she screamed my name, but there were more popping sounds, like a dozen corks being pulled at once, and more sparks. I dimly realized it was gunfire just as glass exploded all around me. Metal pinged close to me, too close, and my purse slipped out of my fingers as a scream built in my throat.The sound never left me, because my breath was punched out of me as a strange burn lit up my stomach, sharp and sudden, intense and stealing my breath.I looked down as I wobbled back, bumping into a Jeep. I thought I heard shouting, but my head was spinning in a funny way. My hands shook as I pressed them against my side. I felt something warm and wet.“Mom,” I croaked as the bones left my legs. I didn’t remember falling, but the back of my head hurt, but not as bad as my stomach. I was staring up at the sky, but the stars were moving, like they were raining. "Mom?" There was no answer.