Marrisa Bonifacio
It's been one week since I started roaming the city of Mexico in search of a job. Everyday I come back and meet Mrs. Kathrine at home. I'm tired of telling her that I'm not successful today, I need today's story to be different.
My stomach is hurting, I didn't eat in the morning cause I wanted to live early and now I'm very hungry, the harsh sun is beating me so hard,
I keep looking around like a psycho. Everywhere I go they keep on saying no vacant. I'm even tired, the sun is getting too much, and I need a place to stay for some time. I'm losing my breath, and hunger is dealing with me.
I kept on looking at around searching for a shade when suddenly the sweet aroma of food crossed my nose, my mouth watered and validated at once, I look beside me to see an eatery,