Mika
Unsure of how long I had been sitting on the cold, hard floor, tears streaming down my cheeks, I suddenly jolted to attention at the sound of approaching footsteps. Instantly, I sprang to my feet, hastily wiping my tear-streaked face with the back of my hand. I took a moment to collect myself, taking a deep, steadying breath to regain my composure before focusing on my responsibilities.
Determined, I surveyed the dining hall, noting the chaotic spread of dirty dishes and utensils scattered across the tables and floor. I felt a sense of urgency as I began gathering the remnants of the meals—stacking plates, collecting silverware, and carefully balancing overflowing cups in my arms.
It was an uphill task, and after what felt like an eternity, I completed my work in seven trips back
