LAURA'S FAMILY HOUSE
Laura rushed into the kitchen area.
"Mom, I'm heading out for the cleaning job in town," Laura called out as she tied her hair back, standing in the kitchen.
Her mother, busy washing dishes, turned slightly, a frown already on her face. "That cleaning job again?" She wiped her hands and walked over, eyeing Laura with concern. "I’m not comfortable with you doing that job. There are better things you could be doing, Laura."
Laura sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag. "I know it’s not the best, Mom, but right now, it’s the only option I have to help out around here." Her voice was soft as she met her mother's gaze, filled with worry and something more—disappointment, perhaps.
Her mother shook her head. "If you’re going to be seeing Miguel anyway, why don’t you sp
