Chapter 2

• Finally, he raised his eyes to mine.
• "I need a place to stay for a week," I said, secretly begging with God to be with me through this trying period in my life.
• He nodded as he gazed up at me.
• "Miss, may I have your ID card?" he said, and I nodded while pulling my ID card from my backpack.
• After completing all of the necessary procedures, he hands me the key to a room; thank goodness the accommodations in this hotel are inexpensive and affordable.
• I opened the door to the room, which was fortunately clean and lovely.
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• Not only that, but it also has a workstation next to the bed.
• I swiftly stow my belongings, despite the fact that it is only a little suitcase with plenty of clothing and my backpack.
• I promptly booted up my computer and went to Google to look for work that would allow me to live here.
• Finally, after two hours of sitting in front of the pc, I found a waitress job in a café, which was a twenty-minute walk from here.
• I mentally high-five myself, telling myself that now is the proper moment and that this is a great opportunity to do something nice for myself, yet my eyelids feel drowsy as a result of my exhausted body and mind.
• I opted to take a nap in the hopes that tomorrow a new day will bring a new beginning for me.