Maria's Point of View
I deftly navigated through the bustling restaurant, balancing a tray of steaming dishes in my hands. The noise level was deafening, with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversations blending together into a chaotic symphony. But amidst the chaos, I found solace in my purpose - providing for my family.
As I set down the plates at a nearby table, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. This job had helped me build a stable life for myself and my children. But my brief moment of contentment was shattered when I heard the clicking of heels approaching.
My heart sank as Mrs. Thompson, Kairo's mother, entered the restaurant with an air of superiority. She surveyed the scene with cold, disdainful eyes, her perfectly tailored suit and rigid posture adding t
