Till we meet again

In a small city on the outskirts of town, a struggling single mother named Helen worked tirelessly to make ends meet. She had twin children, a boy and a girl, both six years old. Every day, she woke up before dawn to prepare for her long commute to the city, where she worked as a cleaner in a large office building. Despite the long hours and the difficult work, Helen never complained. She was determined to provide a better life for her children, and she never gave up on her dreams. As Helen worked, she thought about the future and what it might hold for her and her children.

Helen's thoughts drifted to the future as she vacuumed the carpet in a large office. She imagined her children going to college, graduating with honors, and pursuing their own dreams. She pictured them leading happy, successful lives, all because she had worked so hard to provide them with every opportunity. But then her thoughts turned dark. How would she ever be able to afford college for two children? What if she got sick and couldn't work anymore? What if something happened to her and she wasn't there to take care of them? The worries and fears threatened to overwhelm her. But then she remembered her children. Helen's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. She looked up to see a tall, well-dressed man enter the office. He was carrying a briefcase and seemed to be in a hurry. As he rushed past her, their eyes met for a brief moment. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't quite place it. He hurried out of the office, and she went back to her work. But the sense of familiarity lingered in her mind.