"Please, ma, the boss instructed us to take you home. Would you please get into the car?" one of them requested, and Marisa tried to walk away, but they held her gently, their tone imploring.
"Please, ma, don't make this difficult for us. Let us take you home or else the boss will punish us severely," he added, and Marisa complied, stepping into the waiting vehicle as they quickly zoomed off towards their destination.
Marisa rested her head against the car window, gazing out at the breathtaking cityscape of New York. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and her eyes drifted to her phone's wallpaper, a picture of her and a little boy, both radiating happiness in that captured moment.
"I'm doing all of this for you. No regrets," she whispered to herself, brushing away the tears that had welled u
