Everything was going wrong.
With Alana at school and Milo at preschool, Kasari sat alone in an empty diner that was in dire need of some upkeep.
The floors were scuffed and tarnished, the tables wobbled, the chairs squeaked, and the kitchen pipes hissed and blew steam every now and then...when Kasari actually had anyone to cook for. The diner had been empty or with only a handful of customers for months and the bills were starting to pile up. Soon Kasari would have to risk losing it all to the bank...then what? What would happen to her kids without their father's in the picture? Where would she go from here if she lost her home and income?
She sat on the floor with her knees drawn up under her chin and tears dragging lines of mascara down her cheeks. This was really going to be the end. If she couldn't think of some way to turn things around, she would risk losing it all. Her home. Her livelihood. Possibly her kids. Another sob shuttered through the usually tough woman as she buried her face back into her knees.
She was all tapped out of ideas, what she really needed now was a miracle to walk through the door.
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With Alana at school and Milo at preschool, Kasari sat alone in an empty diner that was in dire need of some upkeep.
The floors were scuffed and tarnished, the tables wobbled, the chairs squeaked, and the kitchen pipes hissed and blew steam every now and then...when Kasari actually had anyone to cook for. The diner had been empty or with only a handful of customers for months and the bills were starting to pile up. Soon Kasari would have to risk losing it all to the bank...then what? What would happen to her kids without their father's in the picture? Where would she go from here if she lost her home and income?
She sat on the floor with her knees drawn up under her chin and tears dragging lines of mascara down her cheeks. This was really going to be the end. If she couldn't think of some way to turn things around, she would risk losing it all. Her home. Her livelihood. Possibly her kids. Another sob shuttered through the usually tough woman as she buried her face back into her knees.
She was all tapped out of ideas, what she really needed now was a miracle to walk through the door.
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