Amara pov:
The evening air hit gently against my face.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ60zy5jZZcP
Cool. Still.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡstun1ZAkOs
The streets were lit with soft yellow lights, and the hum of quiet city life drifted through.
People passed me.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQEGYWXvIms
Some in suits. Some in slippers.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡktLEwZqJcm
Talking. Rushing. Existing.
I walked silently through it all.
The light from shop windows spilled across the footpath. Cars passed slowly.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡetVyxhC0CN
I crossed a street and turned a corner. The little bell of a bicycle rang somewhere behind me.
After a few more steps, I reached it—117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDC2QtNngiy
The small restaurant on the corner. Warm light glowing from inside, glass door slightly fogged from the inside heat.
I pushed open the door.
The familiar scent of spices, soup, and dish soap hit me instantly.
"Hey, Amara," a voice called from behind the counter.
I smiled faintly. "Hi."
I hung my coat on the hook near the back door and pulled on the apron over my clothes.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFfeB11EXqc
It was stained a little—rice water, curry, maybe dish soap too.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡssTBztwodF
But it was mine. My shift had started.
More than a waitress.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtQPZ0PLfkK
More than a dishwasher.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkJSDXi41Te
Less than seen.
But I was here.
The small restaurant buzzed with the usual evening rhythm—clinking cutlery, distant chatter, the low hum of the kitchen fan. The warm air carried the scent of fried garlic and steam from boiling pots.
I tied my apron tighter, rolled up my sleeves, and walked toward the sink full of dishes.
Mara stood beside me, already scrubbing plates, her dark hair tied into a loose bun, sleeves wet up to her elbows.
"Late again, huh?" she said with a little smirk.
I gave her a soft smile. "Traffic."
"Liar. You just walk like a ghost," she laughed.
I let out a small laugh too, grabbing a plate and dipping it into the soapy water. "Maybe."
We stood together, shoulder to shoulder, washing dishes like we'd done a hundred times before. Talking in pieces—bits of stories, silly comments, silence in between.
Mara was the only one here who really noticed me.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIv4mygARGY
She never asked too much. Never pitied. Just stood with me.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ83ALKBM0hM
And that was enough.
A voice called out from the kitchen window.
"Order for table four! Serve it, please."
I wiped my hands quickly, took the tray, and walked out into the dining area.
Two people sat at the table—laughing, dressed in clean, expensive coats. A man and a woman, maybe a couple.
I smiled politely, placing the dishes in front of them carefully.
"Here you go. Enjoy your meal," I said softly, bowing just a little out of habit.
They barely looked at me.
I turned, walked back to the kitchen, and returned to the sink where the mountain of dishes waited like always.
I again lost in my thoughts ..
We work because we have to.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqtQs3Ox7AO
Because life doesn't give discounts for soft hearts or sad eyes.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1N3SQTiNLv
We work to eat. To wear. To live.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR6dikTuzjK
That's it.
Some people work to survive. Others work to show off.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4C5GaX523m
To post it. Frame it. Flaunt it.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGZD8UoWMgm
New phones. Expensive bags. Fancy food... they don't even finish.
And then there's us—washing their plates after them.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6PAe2LR3ez
Counting every coin. Stretching every bill.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡps1uBzzQ2A
Because we don't have backup plans. We don't have inheritance. We don't have "just in case" savings.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡucZY4mPSvp
We only have "just enough."
Mara glanced at me as I stared too long at the water.
"What's going on in that overthinking head of yours?" she asked, bumping her shoulder into mine gently.
I blinked, smiled faintly. "Just thinking."
"Don't. The water's already depressing," she joked, waving a soaked hand.
I chuckled, then sighed. "People don't realize how heavy life is for some of us."
She didn't say anything for a second.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdm8a29ECa7
Then quietly muttered, "They don't want to know. It ruins the taste of their food."
We kept washing.
The sink gurgled. The clock ticked slowly. More orders came and went. More dishes piled up.
But here we were—two girls in aprons, soaked hands, and hearts stitched quietly together by the need to keep going...for living .
The rush slowed for a while.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ96DNbL4iOw
The restaurant had entered that brief lull between dinner and closing. The kitchen buzz had softened, and the noise outside was distant.
Mara and I sat on two overturned crates in the back, near the small window that never quite shut.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TKuGmb5rl
Steam clung to the ceiling. The fan creaked above us.
She was tying and untying her apron string with her head down.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIt2yRYq6xy
I sipped the lukewarm tea someone had handed us earlier.
"I swear," she muttered suddenly, voice tight, "I didn't even say anything this time."
I looked at her.
She wasn't joking now.
"I just walked in," she continued, eyes not meeting mine, "he was already angry. At Mom. At the noise. At the silence. At dinner being late. At breathing, maybe."
She laughed bitterly. It cracked slightly in the middle.
"I tried to ignore it. I tried to eat quietly. But he looked at me and said, 'What are you staring at?'"117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcXytNLulNV
She blinked slowly.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8YNG8rSc1
"I said nothing. Just that—'nothing.'"117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRb2oABQh9Z
A pause.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0hTEfDo6rQ
"And that's all it took. One word. That's all it ever takes with him."
She rubbed the back of her neck.
"Next thing I know, he throws the glass—at the wall, not at me, but it shattered everywhere. Mom starts crying. My little brother hides again. Like always."
Her fingers trembled as she twisted the apron tighter around her palm.
"I shouted back this time," she whispered, "and he told me I'm becoming like my mother—useless. That I should be glad he didn't hit me yet."
I didn't say anything.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHEu3L57c8E
Not right away.
What do you say to pain that familiar?
Mara finally looked up, eyes not wet, just tired.
"So yeah," she said with a broken laugh, "That's the current episode of the lovely drama that is my life. Welcome back to hell."
I placed my cup down gently.
"Don't worry," I said quietly.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5alLGew5sj
"Life will move through this too."
She looked at me. For a moment, I thought she might argue. That she might say No, this won't pass.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwzpHXSz69e
But she just nodded. Just once.
A voice from the kitchen broke the silence.
"Girls! Come on, break's over!"
We stood up slowly, brushing off our aprons.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKsAQZyQHyh
She tied hers again. I tied mine.
No more words were said.
But something was understood.
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That was enough.
The shift had ended.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ZjbXR5G9W
I walked through the night streets slowly, the cold biting through the thin fabric of my coat sleeves.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKipIEoSccC
The city lights flickered in the puddles on the road. A quiet kind of noise hung in the air—soft engines, distant voices, and the hush of people getting ready to sleep.
As I passed a small bakery, I stopped.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlF2R06Gxg3
The window glowed warmly, golden lights spilling onto the footpath.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9qtsp9wkTB
Inside, on the counter, I saw it—the puffy chocolate brownie Mona always loved.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgam7ccNwVw
The one she used to point at every time we passed by.
I walked in, the doorbell chiming gently above me.
A few minutes later, I stepped out again with a paper bag in my hand and a small smile tugging at my lips.
When I reached home, the lights inside were dim.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7oY1VZ45Tv
Mona was curled up on the couch in her pajamas, a blanket around her legs, watching a cartoon quietly.
She turned as I entered.
I held out the paper bag.
"Guess what I got?"
Her eyes lit up instantly. "Brownie?! No way!"
She jumped up and ran toward me, hugging me tightly.
"Thank you!" she said, grinning up at me.
I smiled, resting my chin gently on her head for a second. "Eat slowly."
She ran back to the couch with the bag in her hand like it was treasure.
I looked around.
Mom's room door was shut. I knocked lightly.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWiw5uuV6Ha
No answer.
I pushed the door open—empty.
Like always.
I didn't feel like eating.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKyS0lyOuH8
like always .
I walked to my room slowly, changed into my skin pale coloured nighty, and pulled open the window.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYseFZhu7YG
The night air slipped in, cool and heavy.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUc9bOrk5ef
Outside, the world looked tired too.
I glanced across the street.
The neighbor's window—closed again.117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDg6P7RTj4l
Curtains drawn. Lights off. Silent.
I stood there for a moment longer, then closed my window.
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