A shot at Love

s Point

celebration. The days were becoming longer, temperatures were r

who had been unemployed since the oil company he worked for went bankrupt; and my two brothers, who were twenty-five a

I brought home two hundred dollars and two full plastic bags of food, drinks, and cake. However, the two hundred dollars wasn't my daily income. It was merely a portion of the numerous tips I received from lustful older men and thriving

take a break from work. The manager called me, kindly asking me to show up at the restaurant-even if just for two hours-because sales had been unimpressive. I did, and guess what? The food sold out within those two hours, and I earn

ind me. I couldn't imagine being in my mother's position-getting pregnant at sixteen and giving birth to my first brother at seventeen. A mistake she called "careless," c

was nowhere near his former self, having lost his job a year ago. A job that once paid him an impres

ather lost his job, I heard about a vacant position at the restaurant where I now work as head waitress. I quickly went for a

he had an important message to deliver, so we sat atten

and transportation-ever since I lost my job. Taking up the role of a father in the family, despite

to laughter. They had a habit of finding amusement in serious moments. My mother no

ek, I ran into a well-known investor from my former workplac

My mother leaned back in her chair, focusing her atten

hundred thousand dollars in weekly pay. He'll set up a fashion store for my wife, give me a fleet

his voice lade

s dreaming. But just as my fantasies began set

low Nicole to be his wife. That's the only

owed his he

me out. My brothers, usually indifferent, were now more stunned than ever.

on just to help my father? It was absurd. It felt like something straight o

thony, broke the sile

y, Father? Did you a

act. My anxiety hit rock bottom. My heartbea

gloomy, body covered in sweat. I was running

gree? Keeping quiet won't help anything,

ike an eternity,

twenty million dollars, along with a text conf

ath before deliver

e getting marr

d my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I refused to find solace in their

d the main road without even glancing at my surroundings and kept walking toward the

ng their heads sympathetically. Some even laughed at my misery. After ten minutes of w

let it

ppen to it? My aspirations of being the most influential lawyer out of San Francisco have been swept away like dust i

weight of his betrayal crushed me. I felt suffocated, trapped in a nightmare I coul

f what was coming felt like an inescapable storm. My tears fell un

felt a tap o

, miss. Ar