She works day in and day out. Three jobs, more than 40 hours a week, just to make ends meet. Her eyes carry bags under them that show her determination, her restless/late nights and early mornings.. Her body aches as she pushes herself to put food on the table to feed her children. When the thought of giving up crosses her mind, she looks into the eyes of her hungry children and she begins her day again. She knows one day, all of this will be worth is, for her children will have a brighter future than her own. For one day, poverty will not be their future…but their past.
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