I was getting more and more used to my job in New York City.
My mom had also landed a housekeeping gig here.
We were both grinding away in this sprawling, bustling city, each chasing our own small wins.
We threw ourselves headfirst into the busy work, hoping to outrun all the old, bitter memories.
Six months flew by.
I successfully passed my probation and got a permanent position.
My manager, Susan, took me out to celebrate.
We grabbed a window table at a restaurant perched high enough to overlook the sprawling glittering nightscape of New York City.
She said I reminded her so much of her younger self, all fire and grit, hungry to prove myself.
Her eyes were sparkling with unfiltered excitement.
She leaned in, voice bright with pride, and told me she'd just bought her own place i
